Mother’s Day: Honour to Whom Honour is Due
Today was Mother’s Day, and as my mother lies tonight in a hospital bed, I am aware that there is a good chance that she will never be seen by the grandchild(ren) the Lord gives her through Kristi and me. Her lap will not likely hold a baby again; her arms will not wrap themselves around a toddler; and her sweet – and sometimes peculiar – grandmotherly gifts will appear no more.
But the truth is that my mother will touch the life of my child, because she has touched my life. She taught me love and affection and subtle strength in all sorts of ways, and her impact will outlive her.
This is the heritage of the saints of God.
I love you, Mom.