So many things are running through my head as I type this… But at the top of the list is my gratitude to the Lord for two amazing gifts He has given me: the gift of my mom, and the gift of allowing me to be a mom.
My mom… I hardly know what to say. She is what everyone wishes their moms could be. She was a hard working home maker who loved us through her words, her hugs, her lap, her cooking, sewing, clean laundry, clean house, her support, and her help in every way. She and my dad were great parterners, best of friends, and wonderful parents. My dad is with Jesus now, but I’m so thankful to still have my mom as a huge part of my life. She is not only my mom, but also my friend. I pray that we have many more years of friendship ahead of us.
Being a mom…When James and I first married, I was very sick, and we were told that we shouldn’t have any children. (For the whole story, see my testimony on my side bar toward the bottom.) However, our Lord had different plans – and I’m so glad that He did! He gave us two children within 21 months, and life has wonderfully never been the same!!!
The kids gave me my Mother’s Day gift before supper on Saturday night, and when we were saying the blessing, one of the children thanked God for healing me and letting me be able to do the things I needed to do in being their mom. I didn’t even know that they thought about that, but I couldn’t agree more!
I talk about my children a lot on this blog, but today, I simply want to say how very proud I am of both of them. I see the Lord growing and molding them into the young adults He has designed them to be, and it is a privilege to be their Mom.


Another thought that runs through my mind every Mother’s Day is how different this day would be if I couldn’t have had children, or if the Lord had given us babies to love, and they were no longer with us. I know so many women in these two categories, and know that this time of year is very hard for them. I read this blog post via Rocks in My Dryer on Sunday, and was so blessed by the honesty of this grieving mom on Mother’s Day.
There have been a lot of women who have poured into my life, and as I think about them this weekend, my heart is full. My Aunty Bibby is one of these women. She didn’t have children of her own, but loved and treated my brother, sister, and me as if we were hers. She provided for my dance lessons, prom dresses, fun weekends at her house, and lots of experiences she wanted to make sure I would have. On this Mother’s Day, I honor you, too, Aunt Bibby. I love you. Thank you for pouring into my life.
What a privilege it is to be a woman… To have the opportunity to pour into the lives of others~ whether or not we’re the official “mom”.
To all of these women in my life, I arise and call you blessed.