Sometimes a momma needs a day to remember, truly remember, that all those little things aren’t quite so little after all. It’s easy to let big things sidetrack us and run us off the road every now and then.
I stumbled across these words penned by David, the man remembered for his heart. A man after God’s own heart. Ever since, I’ve been thinking about this shepherd boy’s upbringing.
As the youngest, he was overlooked by his own father. His brothers were threatened by him, so they insulted him and made all kinds of wrong assumptions about him. But David had a solid faith in God, and God chose Him to be king.
David recorded these words in Psalm 116:16: “Truly I am your servant, Lord; I serve you just as my mother did; you have freed me from my chains.”
“I serve you just as my mother did.”
These eight words may not sound all that profound. They will no doubt mean a whole lot more if you have a mom like mine who planted seeds of faith early in your young heart. Maybe it’s isn’t your own mom but another woman who’s had a significant impact on what you believe about God today.
Or maybe that mom is you, passing down the love of Jesus as best you know how.
Scripture doesn’t mention King David’s mother’s name. I’ve looked. I’ve searched, but it’s not there. David’s mother was a significant part of God’s redemption story, and we can be, too. These eight words tell us all we need to know.
Behind this God-fearing man was a mother’s enduring faith.
When we’re tempted to believe we’re doing everything wrong, let’s remember that what matters most in this life is that we point our kids to Jesus, whether they’re five or fifty. My mom demonstrated her faith, one simple act of love at a time.
My mom mothered us like we belonged to God but were entrusted to her care.
My mom chose hard things over trendy things.
My mom showed me how to love in spite of differences.
My mom spoke the name of Jesus over me whenever I was afraid.
My mom let me ask questions she didn’t know how to answer.
My mom is still ok with saying, “I don’t know.”
My mom aligns her life to the Word of God.
My mom prays.
My mom doesn’t hide her tears.
My mom has demonstrated how God can use suffering to strengthen a rock solid faith.
My mom applauds my accomplishments but celebrates me.
My mom wholeheartedly believes that if God is with me I cannot fail.
My mom worships Jesus unashamedly.
My mom listens.
My mom says, “I love you,” and “I’m sorry.”
My mom forgives.
My mom taught me that mommas don’t have to be perfect, because Jesus already is.
Happy Mother’s Day to all the beautiful women in my life!
To the mother with the child whose heart’s been hardened by this world and all its brokenness:
Jesus sees you. He knows this hurt. If you’ve grown weary under the weight of this world’s crazy expectations, demands, and heartaches, don’t give up; give it to Him. Our God can do so much more than we could ever think, ask, or imagine. None of your love will never be wasted in His hands.