“Give unto the Lord, O you mighty ones, Give unto the Lord glory and strength. Give unto the Lord the glory due to His name; Worship the Lord in the beauty of holiness.” -Psalms 29:1-2
I’m getting worse and worse at this whole daily blog gig. But today is Mother’s Day and it’s time to focus on the woman who has molded me into the woman I am today.
The Lord deserves to be praised for the mother He gave me. She is the epitome of strength. Let’s face it, my mom had two sons and then here came this little bundle of blond curls.
And I was not an easy child.
I had a bad temper when I was a kid… She dealt with it and got it out of me. I wanted to be just like the boys. Every day she would put my hair in the cutest hair styles and I would ruin every single one… She was patient with me. I wanted to play sports… She was gracious and endured every practice for every sport I ever wanted to try.
Then there was high school.
My mother must have sore buns. I played three sports and she and my father were at every single one. I can hear her hootin’ and hollerin’ now. She was present for every team fundraiser and awards banquet. And in a unique twist, she was there for our town’s pageant, which I somehow found myself in and almost winning.
Every dance my mom made me look like a princess. Not an easy task, given that I was usually covered in bruises with broken nails and terrible tan lines. But she always went above and beyond the call to create a thing of beauty, even if it was just for a night, emphasizing class every step of the way.
She’s never doubted me for a minute. Not when I told her I was going to college half way across the country. And not when I told her I was going to fulfill an internship on the other side of the country. Even now in my radio career, she’s behind me 100%. I feel like she’s on the other side of the line every time I talk in the microphone.
Most importantly, my mother is a woman of God. She is a Proverbs 31 woman and she has instilled those values in me.
I truly have the greatest mother.
Beautiful, strong, classy, elegant, smart, compassionate… the list goes on and on.
I will be blessed if I am half the woman that she is.
Love you momma!