God bless all of the Mothers and Mothers to be today. Today I think back on all of the great times I had with my Mother before her passing on to be with the Lord. I remember as a child the days she would get up on Sundays and we would go to church. Now that my wife is expecting, she knows the values of instilling the traits of church at a young age. I can’t even imagine not giving our child the upbringing of a Christ filled home. So many children of today do not even know what the inside of a church looks like. You as a Mother have a special bond that Fathers do not understand. God created you to give birth, and then to fight for your children. You have the power to influence a generation that is slowly becoming lost. I really don’t think you would carry your gift from God for 9 months just to see them become lost from the same one who created them inside of you. Step up to the plate Moms, and become a person whom your child can look up to and make sure you fight to keep them on the right track. Maybe, when they have kids of their own, the mother of that household will pass it on……Although I may have strayed for a long time…I know my Mother did not stop praying for me, and even after her death, I know she was having conversations with Jesus to protect me until I came to my senses….Thank you Mom……..
John Killinger’s book Lost in Wonder, Love, and Praise includes the following affirmation:
A Mothers Love
I believe in Jesus Christ, the Son of the living God,
who was born of the promise to a virgin named Mary.
I believe in the love Mary gave her Son,
that caused her to follow him in his ministry
and stand by his cross as he died.
I believe in the love of all mothers,
and its importance in the lives of the children they bear.
It is stronger than steel, softer than down,
and more resilient than a green sapling on the hillside.
It closes wounds, melts disappointments,
and enables the weakest child to stand tall
and straight in the fields of adversity.
I believe that this love, even at its best,
is only a shadow of the love of God,
a dark reflection of all that we can expect of him,
both in this life and the next.
And I believe that one of the most beautiful sights
in the world is a mother who lets this greater love
flow through her to her child,
blessing the world with the tenderness of her touch
and the tears of her joy.