Day 29

"Charm is deceptive, and beauty does not last; but a woman who fears the Lord will be greatly praised.  Reward her for all she has done.  Let her deeds publicly declare her praise."  Proverbs 31:30-31

The run today was hot and humid, but not unusual.  It was, again, a reminder of what the Christian life is like.  It's not always easy, and we can face discouragement and opposition.  But, we know the truth of God to bring life and health to the spirit.  Just as the runner knows the run to bring life and health to the body.

Tomorrow is Mother's Day, and I can't help but think of how blessed I was to have the best momma on the planet.  If you will indulge me, I'd like to share some memories with you.  

My mom was the most forgiving, melodious, vibrant, positive, adventuresome, encouraging, and loving mother three kids could ever know.  She had no temper to speak of, but always a sunny and bright disposition--no matter the circumstance.  Her outlook was always positive.  She was my biggest supporter, cheerleader, motivator, and taught me that nothing is beyond reach or impossible—especially with God.

She sang us to sleep at bedtime, and I sang the same songs to my two children.

When I was a little girl, I became homesick very easily.  I couldn’t stand to be away from my home and family for very long.  Even when we were together on vacations, it was music to my ears to hear my mother say, “Home again, home again, jiggity-jig,” as we pulled into the driveway after a long trip.  There was, and is, no place like home.

I can remember being afraid of the moon and the boogie man at night, and she would comfort me, reminding me of Psalm 56:3, “What time I am afraid, I will trust in thee.”  That verse has comforted me throughout my life.

My favorite memory of my mother was when we sang hymns around the piano.  Her favorite of those hymns was Surely Goodness & Mercy.

Mom had quite a journey here on earth, but God has come and taken her home.  One day, if Christ is your Savior, He will come to take you home to Heaven, too.  And, there is no place like it.

One day I won’t miss my momma any longer—we will all be home again, home again (jiggity-jig).

Goodnight, runners.


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