She is clothed with strength and dignity;
she can laugh at the days to come.
She speaks with wisdom,
and faithful instruction is on her tongue.
She watches over the affairs of her household
and does not eat the bread of idleness.
Her children arise and call her blessed;
her husband also, and he praises her:
“Many women do noble things,
but you surpass them all.”
Charm is deceptive, and beauty is fleeting;
but a woman who fears the Lord is to be praised.
Honor her for all that her hands have done,
and let her works bring her praise at the city gate.
Today I am remembering my mommy on her birth date (May 4th)… I feel so honored and blessed that God chose for me and provided me with such and phenomenal woman to be my mom. I know my brothers and sisters can attest to that statement and express their own similar sentiments.
My mom exemplified strength and courage. She raised all seven of her children with such wisdom and grace and she raised us according to our individual bent, our natural inclination. My mom not only raised her children, but some of her grandchildren. She even began raising some of her great-grandchildren. Her love for her family was a strong and irresistible force, such that many were drawn to her.
My mom taught me early on to be responsible and accountable for my actions and I am grateful that lesson was not some rude awakening I had to experience as an adult. My mom modeled unconditional love and pointed me to God as the source of that unconditional love. To this day her words, “Baby you just gotta love…” remind me to heed God’s instructions to love others no matter how I feel.
My mom saw in me my destiny. I believe that God gave her a glimpse of who I was to become. She was always very protective of me and in talking with one of my older sisters, she confirmed that she was that way with me from the very beginning. She protected my sleep time and my playtime. She was very particular of the people allowed around me. I once remember my mom being whisked away from our home in an ambulance. My dad told me that the paramedics said they lost her (heart stopped) on the way to the hospital. I later asked my mom what was she thinking during this incident and she replied, “All I could think of is I’ve got to take care of my baby.”
My mom was far too young when she left this earth. She was only 68 when she moved to heaven. However, I believe that she finished her assignments, one of which was to protect me and thus protect the destiny that God had placed on the inside of me. On days when I think it is too hard to keep moving forward, I just remember my mom and all the attacks of the enemy she withstood as she cared for and protected me.
I can not ever give up, cave in or quit because my mom did not. She is my hero, my example of pressing toward the mark to win the prize. I too want to finish my assignments I also want to hear, “Well done, good and faithful servant…” I honor my mom and look forward to seeing her in eternity.