My Mom

My mom and I are completely opposite in so many ways.  It’s almost laughable! Almost…

As of late, I’ve often find myself wishing my mother’s endearing qualities had passed a little bit stronger to me, but in this case, no such luck. 

 If anyone is around my mother for long, they cannot dismiss the fact that when she does anything, for her family or for her Saviour (see mom, I spelled Saviour with a “u”!) her perfectionism reveals itself.  I used to think of her perfectionism as “revealing its ugly head” because perfectionism requires time and patience. Ugh…patience- a trait that I used to find as endearing to practice as first year violin...blah. But now, as I see what redeeming qualities it actually holds, I do see it as something uniquely beautiful.

 It makes her even more beautiful.

God gets all the glory out of the work my mother does.  She knows, understands, and appreciates the life God has saved her from. Her love for her Saviour isn’t just shown through the words she speaks, but through her actions and the spirit of her actions.  This is a magnificent picture of Christ to me, because this was how His love was demonstrated for all of us.  It wasn’t just shown by the words He preached, but by the action of His dying for you and for me.  He did it in love. It took time.  It took unbelievable sacrifice. It was the ultimate sacrifice.

My mom dies all the time too. She dies to self.  That is what patience and perfectionism requires, and it really is what God requires of all His saints. 

I Corinthians 10:31 “Whether therefore you eat, or drink, or whatever you do, do all to the glory of God.”

Thank you, mom, for being this shining example to your daughter.  I really covet the ease you have of putting the cloak of selflessness on.  I love you much.