Tomorrow is an important day. It is the birthday of two very special women in my life. One is my daughter, and the other is my mother. And so, today, I’m reflecting on my mother’s life and just how wonderful she is. In the book of 2 Timothy, Paul is writing to Timothy and he is affirming his faith in God and he says that he praises God for the faith that was first in his grandmother Lois, his mother Eunice, and was also in him.
When I had the privilege of speaking at my grandmother’s funeral, I alluded to this text and praised God for the faith that was in my grandmother Wilma, my mother Trudy, and is now in me. There’s something about a legacy of faith that is passed down from generation to generation. I’ve met some people who are first-generation Christians, but I really attribute my faith in God to my mother.
As early as I can remember, my mother was up in the mornings having her prayer time and reading her Bible. She took me to church every opportunity she had and had me in every children’s activity the church offered. I was in Mission Friends, Royal Ambassadors, a youth handbell choir, a church choir, and of course Sunday School. For a few years, my mother was even a Sunday School teacher in the same department I was in. But I digress, you see, this is just the stuff I was involved in. My mother was also very involved in the church herself.
My mother-particularly in recent years-has not been content to just be involved with one congregation. She sings in her own church’s choir, but that is not enough. If there is a special choir program at another church or a community chorus, she’ll be involved. Her current church doesn’t have a handbell choir. So did she give up handbells? No. She joined two other handbell choirs. She also sings in a gospel trio with her sister and one of their friends from childhood. She is very active in women’s studies at her church and is often making meals for bereavement dinners at her church.
So you get it. My mother has always been busy in the church. But why is that important to me? My mother instilled in me a love for Christ and his church. My mother showed me that church was not just a casual part of our life that we attended on Sunday mornings when it was convenient. She showed me what it meant to be a disciple. She showed me what it was like to be a faithful wife and love my dad, even when they sometimes disagreed. She showed me what it was like to be well-liked and respected in the community. My mom was always up early and going to bed after me. She worked a full-time job and yet always had time for me.
The last few verses of Proverbs 31 go like this:
She speaks with wisdom,
and faithful instruction is on her tongue.
27 She watches over the affairs of her household
and does not eat the bread of idleness.
28 Her children arise and call her blessed;
her husband also, and he praises her:
29 “Many women do noble things,
but you surpass them all.”
30 Charm is deceptive, and beauty is fleeting;
but a woman who fears the Lord is to be praised.
31 Honor her for all that her hands have done,
and let her works bring her praise at the city gate.
So, this is my attempt to honor her at the city gate. Mom, I love you and am thankful for every once of character you instilled in me. I’m thankful for bedtime prayers and trips to church when I wasn’t in the mood. Thank you for having the wisdom to walk me through my profession of faith alongside our pastor. Thank you for supporting me through all of my hardships and victories. I love you.