Ode To The Momma of Mommas

I love my mother! She has been there for me all of my life, but never more than when I found out I was pregnant.  She went against her teaching and held me close even when it hurt her to do so.  She embraced my son and opened her heart completely to him.  If it weren't for the Christ in her that loved me flaws and all then I may have never recovered from my loss of self.  I know that I would have been a terrible mother if it weren't for her.  I would have been like a woman broken and bitter.  I would not have clung to my faith and stood my ground.  I would have crumbled and laid in my own filth too exhausted to even bother licking my wounds.  My mother knew that I was in danger of becoming obsolete.  She knew that my shame was overwhelming and she prayed for me and loved me until she knew that I was willing to place myself in the hands of the Lord for restoration.  I am confident now in the love that God has for me, and I am confident that the Lord in his wisdom placed this wonderful little boy with me.  I am not ashamed, but I am grateful for the mercy of the Lord and his unmatched favor towards me.  This is what can happen if you have a praying, Godly, loving, forgiving, WWJD momma.  I refuse to be any less for my son.  Thank you Lord for placing me in the care of this woman of God.  She is doing just as you would have her to and as I honor her I honor you the creator of all things and the source of my help.  Lord you have saved me from what would have been my undoing because you gave me a God fearing woman for a mother.  This is my Ode to the Momma of Mommas, may I live to be worthy of such a title by the grace of God.

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