Mother’s Day is this Sunday. So this post is all about my mom.
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My beautiful Mommy
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When I was little, my mom and I would stand at the front door and clap and cheer for the lightning and thunder. We would thank God for the rain. My whole life my mom has been an example to me. Shown me how to praise God for the good and the bad. To always have faith that God will never give us more than we can handle. It wasn’t until 4 years ago that I was really able to understand, and appreciate, my mom’s faith in God.
During my teen years, I was horrible. I argued with, yelled at, blatantly disobeyed, and basically did everything I could to hurt my mother. I thought she didn’t understand me. Thought she didn’t know what I was going through. And for a lot of it, she didn’t. I was hurting and I took it out on her and the rest of my family.
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I used to watch one of my favorite shows, Gilmore Girls, and wish that I could have a good relationship with my mom like the main characters in the show had. I was so jealous. I never thought I would have that. I so desperately wanted my mom to know who I was, even though I didn’t even know myself.
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My mom never stopped praying for me. Begging God for my life!
When I moved out of the house I missed my mommy. I called her more. Asked for advice. I didn’t always listen to her advice, but I was still in my rebelious phase.
In October 2005, my life changed. I was at church and was listening to a guest speaker. He was talking about being baptized. Now, I had been baptized when I was little, but it wasn’t until I was 14 that I understood what giving my life to Christ really meant. So listening to that speaker talk about baptism being an act of obedience, I felt God tugging on my heart telling me that I needed to be baptized again. I started crying. I was so embarrassed to be baptized again in the church I grew up in. All those people would know that I wasn’t saved the first time. But I knew I had to do it.
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On my Mommy’s birthday the next year, I was baptized again. This time it was a true act of obedience. Ever since then, I have focused on my relationship with God and repairing my relationships on earth. Especially the relationship with my mom. Now I talk to her almost every day. I value her opinion. I ask for her advice, and I listen to it! I see how wise my mom is. Our relationship isn’t perfect, but she is one of my best friends. When things happen, I call my mom! I love spending time with her!
I was talking to my mom one day last week. I was telling her about the bible study Matthew and I have been going to, which is about faith. I was telling her about that week’s lesson. She asked me if she had been a good mom. If I had learned from her. I just started to cry. I told her that I learned so much from her! About life, about faith, about being compassionate. So many things. I told her that when I see a beautiful sunset, I just praise God for his beauty. Because she taught me that!
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I am so blessed to have her as my mom. I couldn’t ask for anyone better.
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My beautiful Mommy
