By: Karen Ehman
Proverbs 31 Speaker
"I thank my God every time I remember you." Philippians 1:3 (NIV)
Sentimental greeting cards. Hand-made art projects. Pastel tissue-paper flowers twisted into a creative corsage. A bottle of sweet smelling perfume.
Yep, Mother's Day is upon us again.
While many use this time to thank the mothers and grandmothers in their lives, each May I like to also remember my "other mothers." Women who have touched my life, imparted their wisdom and shaped my character.
For instance, my Aunt Patty. We only saw each other about once a year. When we did, she never seemed to be in a hurry but always had plenty of time to talk or read to me. She would gently brush the rat's nest out of my waist-length blond hair when I'd been oh-so-lax in fending the snarly tangles off. She'd ask me to sing for her or perform the cheer I'd created for team tryouts. Though we still see each other only once a year, if I close my eyes, I can smell her sweet perfume. Her very presence made this rough and tumble tomboy long to be just like her when I grew up; pretty, sweet and gentle.
I thank my God every time I remember my Aunt Patty.
Or take Dee, my youth pastor's wife. Her cheerful smile made this awkward teenager feel completely confident and right at home. Her house smelled of apple-cinnamon tea and her door, like her heart, was always open. Miss Dee's fridge never seemed to lack the needed ingredients for an impromptu teenage bash. Taco salad, cookies, soda, you name it. Her family room transformed into a haven where we could ask questions, discover answers and just be ourselves. Being around Dee made me want to be a woman whose very life, like hers, says, "Welcome."
I thank my God every time I remember Miss Dee.
Mrs. Esch lived across the street. Some in our neighborhood wrote me off, seeing only a latch-key kid from a broken home, desperate for attention. Not Mrs. Esch. She looked deeper. She purposefully discovered my interests, and learned all she could about them, even going so far as to join a softball team with me. She talked to me about what I wanted to do with my life some day. Most of all, she sensed in me an innate need to be introduced to the God who promises to be a Father to the fatherless. It was through this young mother of two that I became a follower of Christ. Soon after, she began to talk to me about "my calling," excitedly insisting she just knew God was going to use me in ministry one day. Thirty-one years later, she is now on my prayer team; the team that prays for me as I write and travel to speak.
I thank my God every time I remember my mentor Mrs. Esch.
Think about your life. Who were (or are) your "other mothers"? The ones whom you thank God for every time you remember them? They’ve given you a smile; a tender touch of grace, fresh baked cookies, or a verbal "I believe in you!"
Dear Lord, thank You for the other mothers you purposefully placed in my path. Help me to always be thankful for them, as well as my biological mom. In Jesus' Name, Amen.
Send a hand-written note to one of your "other mothers." If she is no longer alive, attempt to locate some of her family members. Let them know how greatly she influenced you and how you thank God every time you remember her.
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John 19:26-27, "When Jesus saw his mother there, and the disciple whom he loved standing nearby, he said to his mother, ‘Dear woman, here is your son,’ and to the disciple, ‘Here is your mother.’ From that time on, this disciple took her into his home." (NIV)
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