Mother’s Day. This is a special day for most of us. A day for honoring the precious women who birthed us, nurtured us, disciplined us and loved us enough to eventually nudge us out of the nest so that we could take flight on our own. This Sunday I will speak about the gifts mothers give to us. They are many, to be sure. I’ve selected just three for the morning’s message. I believe mothers, perhaps as no one else in our lives, give us: 1) Love; 2) Acceptance; and 3) Forgiveness.
It is also a day when most husbands have an opportunity to give honor to those to whom honor is due: our dear wives, the mother of our children. For me, this is one of the best days of the year. My dear wife, who is resting in gentle slumber as I compose these lines, is the most loving, the smartest, the kindest, the wisest and the most Christ-like person I know. She gives me the gift of a cheerful spirit at the beginning of each day. She blesses me over-and-over again as she walks through the house humming her happy songs. And, she often asks, “Now, where did that one come from?” Occasionally, she hides around the corner and leaps out at me as I approach. Grabbing my chest and falling in a pile on the floor has almost broken her of that habit, though. She is a fount of joy in my life, to be sure.
I could go on-and-on telling you about how much Telesa means to me. It would be my pleasure. But, there are four gifts my wife has given me that exceed all of other gifts. She has made me the father of four beautiful children. More than this, though, she has been, I believe, the most consistent and the single most positive influence in their lives. She has been Jesus to them for so long, that they don’t know how to do anything else but be Jesus to the people in their lives. How do you properly honor someone who is all that?
It’s not in me to do. I’ll cook her favorite meal on the grill. We’ll give her a frilly card that says gushy stuff. We’ll watch her new chick flick with her on Sunday afternoon. And, if we’re lucky, she’ll want us to take her to get her (our) favorite old-fashioned, homemade ice cream later in the day. We’ll do our best to make her feel special. We will even let her eat off the “Red Plate”. She will have to wait for her reward, though. But, I know the Lord will be smiling from ear-to-ear when he says to her, “Well done good and faithful servant…”
Blessings to all,