This morning I got up early to drive my mother to the airport. Despite my admitted “home-sickness” for California, I opted to fly her out here on my vacation so the whole family (except our 2nd born who is still on the other side of the world) could enjoy her company and so she could see our new home and meet the latest great-grandchild. We have had a lovely week together.
I know most of us can say this, but my mom is probably the most influential woman in my life. She has taught me how to walk with God, how to study His Word, how to understand people, how to relate to the Holy Spirit, how to delegate, how to function in pain, how to sing, how to play the piano, how to laugh at myself. She taught me how to be a wife, a mother, and now she is setting an example of how to be a widow.
My mother is a mother to far more than her own four children. SO MANY women call her “Mom.” She is 5’2″ of pure determination, and I love that about her. She’ll be 79 on her next birthday but she acts far younger. She is fiercely independent. She is CAPABLE. She is a seamstress, a teacher, a counselor, an accountant, a secretary. (Did I mention she teaches 5 of her great grandchildren school?) Sometimes she talks about driving across country by herself, and I shudder… but wouldn’t I want to do the same thing???
Proverbs 31:27-31 “She looketh well to the ways of her household, and eateth not the bread of idleness. Her children arise up, and call her blessed; her husband also, and he praiseth her. Many daughters have done virtuously, but thou excellest them all. Favour is deceitful, and beauty is vain: but a woman that feareth the LORD, she shall be praised. Give her of the fruit of her hands; and let her own works praise her in the gates.”