As the sun rises this Mother’s Day morning, I am keenly aware my mom is half a world away. How I ache to be near her, laughing as the grandkids’ craziness makes her giggle. To see that well-worn apron covering her Sunday best as breakfast turns into a feast fit for kings. To sit beside her and hold her hand in church; to hear her sing praises to the one true God. I just want to be near her.
Growing up, wherever Mom was became my safe-space. She has a beautiful skill of bringing peace to any situation. I can remember spilling secrets, sobbing, and being silly with her all in the same moment. Mom was safe. I knew she would love me regardless. Looking back, I had no idea the gift she was giving me. Mom was consistently there. Yes, sometimes it felt like she was in my space and I would go all teenager and flip out. But, truth be told, I knew I needed her. I wanted her to check in on me. I wanted to hear her wise words-even when I punctuated them with rolling my eyes. I wanted to see her sitting at my bedside reminding me ‘it is hard to fly with the eagles when you hoot with the owls’ (even though it made me so angry to hear it!). I needed my Mom. I still do.
She’s the one that I call with good news and fears. Mom has a way of hearing both what I say and what I don’t. She has always been able to understand my heart and guide me with His wisdom. I recall laughing because Mom would put a notebook and Bible in the bathroom. How silly it was that she kept it there, I thought. I realize now, it was the only place we would not completely barge in on her as we hit our teens. I remember so many prayers with her after we would talk. She always took each situation to the throne of God and left it there for Him to solve.
Perhaps that is why she seems to be so peaceful.
She doesn’t try to handle every little thing. Mom always hands the issue back to Him. She keeps her shield of faith strong. She knows the scripture is her weapon and uses it. Mom rests in His hands. She is confident He is caring for her and even hands doubt back to Him. Her faith has witnessed His hand move in mighty ways over and over again. And she trusts God to do it again.
Being in the Mom-years myself, there are so many things I want to do like my Mom does. I want to be a safe-space for my girls. I want to hear them and love them for who God created them to be. I want to love my Michael Joe so well that they want nothing less than a marriage designed by His hands. I want to encourage and inspire them to go beyond their fears. I hope to teach them to obey Him in all areas of their lives.
Basically, I want to be just like my Mom.