Today is Mother’s Day, a day that brings joy to some, sadness to others and a mixture of feelings to others. It is amazing how many times I think of my mom while in church. I say amazing because I was not raised in a church-going home. No one in my family, at least up through today, has an ongoing relationship with Jesus. For all of my adult years I have lived far from my mom-sometimes in another state. We were not close as some mothers and daughters and distance kept us from sharing memories of times spent together. I was reminded today, of a precious gift, a heart-loved filled memory, God had provided 3 years earlier. It is the reason I think of mom often when I’m attending church.
A little over a year before my mom passed away I had the privilege of having her come and stay with me for a couple of weeks. During mom’s visit we attended a Sunday morning church service (a most rare occasion as mom was not a church goer). I became apprehensive as the music began. Our church services are not traditional and nothing like she would have expected or have experienced as a kid. The music was very loud and certainly not a style she would listen to. However, I had no need to fret. I glanced over at mom to observe her clapping away to the music. When the message was given, she was listening intently and had nothing but delight on her face. It is a picture permanently etched into my memory. My mom had special insight into what was important. When she looked around the filled room, she was amazed at the number of people who were in attendance. Later, when asked about the music, her response was, “Not my cup of tea, but it must be bringing in the young people as the church was certainly full of them; and it has a catchy beat.” “You need to play the style of music that will speak to the generation of today.” There was a smile on her face as if to say, “Yeah, Team!” One more memory tucked away that day. That particular Sunday I was able to share an important part of my life and a huge part of who I am with my mom. In return, I got to see her precious smile and witness her heart for others. To anyone observing us in church that day, it would have appeared as just another ordinary Sunday – nothing special. And to be honest, on that Sunday I don’t know that I recognized it for all it was. But later, I knew. I knew God, who knows me best, had provided a most precious and treasured memory.
Because my mom and I did not have the relationship I had hoped for, it would be easy to dwell on what wasn’t or never would be. I can focus on the missed opportunities or I can focus on the little things which made a difference. I choose to focus on the memory of a sweet lady clapping away and enjoying herself in the moment as we sat together in church. I wonder if it was as special to her as it was to me. My mom was not physically with me in church today, she was there in spirit and in my heart, much as she is every Sunday.
Thank you God. Thank you Mom – Love you – miss you!
Happy Mother’s Day