3. A Mom who Seeks God
Many times my mother would share with me what she had learned in her quiet time, how God had just revealed a truth that she had never seen before. I listened; sometimes I marveled. Often I didn’t understand. Occasionally I would even be shocked by the seemingly simple truth that she had just discovered. (I didn’t realize at that time that head-knowledge and heart-knowledge were two different things! I can remember God taking one of those truths that she had shared so long ago, and moving it from my head to my heart recently. I get it now, Mom.) But nevertheless, she would share.

I remember seeing her come out of her little study and prayer room with her eyes red from tears. I was curious about what petitions could be so needful that her labor was marked by salty traces down her cheeks. As a mother myself, I now know. The needs that escape children’s wistful eyes are easily caught by the seasoned eyes of maturity.

I remember watching her in church. She was so ready to worship and learn. I remember wanting to be like that.

One thing is certain, she didn’t do all these things for me- to teach me, to prove to me that we were Christians. (more…)