My Mom



Me & Mom at the Lake (two years ago)


It was like I could finally breath againe the moment we found out my mom DOESN'T have breast cancer. Our life stays the same: no changes, no fears, no loss. I was just as shaky after hearing the news that she was fine as I had been all day waiting for the results...but in a much, much better way. Thank God.

My mom is my best friend. She's my rock. My strength. Sometimes my very sanity. She has set an example for me all my life of a gentle spirit and a virtuous heart. All I am that is good I have learned from my mom. She has walked with me through fire and I know she would have stayed in the fire herself if it meant I could go free. She has spent countless hours praying with me, and even MORE hours on her knees on the side of her bed in earnest prayer for each person in our family.

My mom walks with God and He speaks to her, because she has set her heart to hear His voice above all else. My mom is a picture of wifely submission and respect. My mom has a fount of wisdom; her words, inspired by the Lord's presense in her heart, always hit the mark in my heart; she always knows just what to say. She sees my failures, my faults, and she guides me to overcome - sometimes by telling it to me straight, or subtly guiding me to discover it myself.

My mom is a spiritual work in progress - she is never too proud to show her own children where she has has failed. In THAT she has set an even greater example that if she'd been perfect. I have often seen tears falling down her face, and in those moments, my mom has never looked more beautiful. She is kind, selfless, giving, compassionate, never failing.

I don't know who or where I'd be if it weren't for my mom. My mom is who I want to be when I grow up. I want to be just like her.

"Her children rise up and call her blessed; her husband also, and he praises her: "many women have done excellently, but you surpass them all."

(Proverbs 31:28-29)