My mom taught me how to be a strong, God fearing, independent, full of love, woman of God. Now… if I can only fill the mold that she created. She always knew what to say. She could look at you and with either a wink make you feel like you were the most loved person on the face of the planet or with her “evil” eye make you check what you were up to! Our stories are similar. Her first husband died from a heart attack in his 40s. She was younger then him and did not have any children. She shared her emotions and how she won over her grief. How she drew closer to the Lord during the lowest point of her life. She would tell me the scripture that she stood on during that time. One she share was Romans 8:26, she explained to me what this scripture means to her as the Spirit of God inside of us can pray when we don’t even have the words to say. When we can’t pray because our soul is so crushed or even if we don’t feel like we can talk with the Lord what He has placed inside of us, our spirit man can pray for us. I prefer the Message Bible version.
Meanwhile, the moment we get tired in the waiting, God’s Spirit is right alongside helping us along. If we don’t know how or what to pray, it doesn’t matter. He does our praying in and for us, making prayers out of our wordless sighs, our aching groans.
It’s as though she knew the things she would share about her own experiences in life would help me walk through mine. She was such a good mom. If you’ve still got your mom cherish her knowledge, ask her questions, be built up by her words of encouragement. You’ll never know how much it will mean to you until later in life when she’s not here to tell her.
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