I hope all of my readers who are mothers have a joyful Mother’s Day tomorrow!
My own mother died two years ago and I miss her a lot. Our family was Roman Catholic and I’ve mentioned several times that, in our house, “faith” meant going to church on Sundays and that was pretty much it. Nobody mentioned Jesus during the week in our house. Nobody read the Bible. Nobody prayed. But my Mom’s love for me was unfailing. When they talk about unconditional love, that was my Mom’s love for me. Her love was palpable.
I accepted Jesus as my Savior about ten years after I married my wife. I had several conversations about Jesus and the Gospel with my parents but they weren’t receptive at all. Their attitude was, “You may have gotten yourself mixed up with this “Jesus thing” but we’re sticking with the ol’ tried and true that’s been around for two thousand years.” Sigh.
My Mom came down with Alzheimer’s toward the end of her life and it became progressively more difficult to communicate with her. About a month before she died, we visited her down in Florida. It was very hard to have any kind of conversation but one day, out of the blue, she turned to my wife and I and recited the 23rd Psalm:
The Lord is my shepherd;
I shall not want.
He makes me to lie down in green pastures;
He leads me beside the still waters.
He restores my soul;
He leads me in the paths of righteousness
For His name’s sake.
Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death,
I will fear no evil;
For You are with me;
Your rod and Your staff, they comfort me.
You prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies;
You anoint my head with oil;
My cup runs over.
Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me
All the days of my life;
And I will dwell in the house of the Lord
She said the entire psalm perfectly, without missing one word. My Mom obviously had God and her own mortality on her mind when she went to the trouble to memorize that psalm years earlier and it stuck with her right to the end despite the ravages of her illness. Was she trusting in the Lord as her Salvation? I hope so.
My wife’s mother died thirty-two years ago of emphysema. If you smoke you might want to consider quitting. Like, tomorrow! My wife and I had accepted Christ only a few months before her mother died. That was no coincidence. We were able to share the Gospel with her several times and she did accept Jesus.
I married my beautiful wife almost forty-two years ago. We’ve had our ups and downs like any couple but our marriage is stronger than ever, especially after I returned to the Lord two years ago. My wife is an extraordinary Mom to our two sons and four grandchildren. What a blessing she is to me and our family! Thank you, Jesus!
“Her children arise and call her blessed; her husband also, and he praises her: ‘Many women do noble things, but you surpass them all.’” – Proverbs 31:28-29
Bountiful blessings to all of the mothers in the Lord!