Today when I got up, all I wanted to do was hug my mom, and keep hugging her. So I did, and then Jenna joined in, and then Jessica, who was holding Avery, came over and joined the hug-fest. God, I love my family. I love being here at home. I love the peace and happiness and safety of life here. It is a slice of heaven here on earth. I want my home to be like that one day. I want my daughters to wake up and just want to hug me for the rest of the day. I love my mom so much. I think there is love seeping out of every pore in my body for her right now.
God has given me such a mother, who am I to deserve such love and care? What did I do to deserve such a blessing, when thousands of girls have mothers who don't care at all, who neglect them, who allow their career to be first. Who microwave dinner every night. Who aren't even around. Who are out of touch with their heart. Who are on drugs, or worse, medication. Who try to kill themselves.
My mom is the epitome of the Proverbs 31 woman. She embodies every single characteristic. I want to be just like her. I already see so many ways that I am similar, and that is simply the blessing of God when he allowed the DNA to be spliced and then recombined. Praise God.
And in the event that my father be forgotten, just now, he walked in while my mom was in the kitchen and said "What can I do to help you, Mom?" I love him so much. He admits when he is wrong, and apologizes sincerely. He is strong, when the rest of the world says he is wrong, he stands in what he believes. He loves his daughters...ohhh he loves them so much he does what is best for them, and not always just what they want. He tells us no because he loves us...
He told me once that it is harder for him to tell me no, than it is to just relent and say 'yes' to whatever I want. He said he wants to bless me and spoil me and give me everything my heart desires, but he loves me too much, and must do what is best for me. I respect him so much, and I just want to be around him. This morning, I don't have a clue why, I just stood at the door and watched him leave for work. I said 'bye' and he did too and then he turned around and talked for a bit about the day ahead. I just love him so much, God used him to rescue me, valiantly, from the depths of Sheol. From the very mouth of hell. And he has done this, so many, many times.
God gave us parents for a reason. They aren't perfect, but they have our best interests at heart most of the time. They want a relationship with us, just like if we search our hearts we will find that we too, want a relationship with them. But it's hard. But that's why it's worth it.
1 comment:
and here i see someone that not only understands and lives the commandment to honor her father and mother, but also goes above and beyond by cherishing and loving them dearly. i'm sure that just as your parents help reflect God to you, you reflect God to them.
Post a Comment