On November 6th, 2012 my mom went to be with the Lord. Since her death I find myself thinking about her quite often.
She led a simple life. She was a homemaker, a wife, and a mother of two girls. She sang in the choir, taught Sunday school, and faithfully prayed with her friend Edith at least once a week.
I remember her inviting people to drop by for a cup of coffee or come by for a swim in the pool. She would call people, pray with them, or send a much-needed meal. She even emotionally adopted three people who had lost their mothers at an early age. According to her, she “couldn’t do much”, because she didn’t drive. She “just did what she could”. I never thought much about it, because she didn’t. That was who she was, or, I should say, that is who the Lord had molded her to be over the years.
At her memorial service people were given a chance to say something about my mom and I was amazed at the number of people who got up and said what an impact she had made in their lives. They had felt the love of Jesus in all the “little things” she had done for or said to them and they were grateful to have had her in their lives. Those “little things” weren’t little to the people who had received them.
I am grateful to have had a mother who made extending Jesus’ love to others look so ordinary and natural. Her’s was a life well lived and I am grateful to have been a part of it.
Then the King will say to those on his right, “Come, you who are blessed by my Father, inherit the Kingdom prepared for you from the creation of the world. For I was hungry, and you fed me. I was thirsty, and you gave me a drink. I was a stranger, and you invited me into your home. I was naked, and you gave me clothing. I was sick, and you cared for me. I was in prison, and you visited me… I tell you the truth, when you did it to one of the least of these my brothers and sisters, you were doing it for me!” Matthew 25:35, 40
Happy Mother’s Day!