May 10
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Mothers and Days
I am so thrilled that this weekend is Mother’s Day. There will be messages in church about mothers. Lots of sales have been advertised, children are making cards and presents at school, with everyone celebrating the importance of mothers.
Among the most famous mothers in history was the mother of President Abraham Lincoln. He is know to have said, “All I am or ever hope to be, I owe to my angel Mother.” He also said, “I remember my mother’s prayers and they have always followed me. They have clung to me all my life.” Now, I am not a president, nor ever wish to be, but I have appreciated the prayers of my mother.
As a child and as an adult, I would ask for my mother’s prayers because my mother’s prayers were “magic.” I believed that she had direct access to God, for when she prayed, things happened. I don’t remember the words she spoke in prayer, but I do remember finding her praying in her bedroom. I quietly closed the door and left because prayers are meant to be between you and Heavenly Father.
I remember when we needed extra help, gathering together in family prayer. Or when the car wouldn’t start, praying for it to start, or when something was lost, or when a big project was due, all these things were reasons in our home for extra prayers.
My mother was also a project manager. She would stay up late into the night typing papers which were due the next day or helping put together a model for a school project or numerous other things. She was my biggest helper. She spent time with us. She spent time with us. She spent time with us.
I think that the love of music my mother gave to us is a precious gift. She listened as each of us labored to learn the piano. She listened through voice-lesson practicing. She was our cheerleader. And even though I wanted to end piano lessons years earlier than she would let me, I am now grateful to sit at the piano (although my piano skills are not the best) and play. It brings peace to my life.
So, thank you, Mother, for all the things you did for me. I love mothers. I love being a mother. I love the mothers of my grandchildren, and I watch as their precious children grow and learn and one day can write a blog to thank their mother.
How will you thank a mother today?
