Reflections by the Sea: Mother’s Day
By Betsy Ore Glass
Her children rise up and call her blessed; her husband also, and he praises her: ‘Many women have done excellently, but you surpass them all.’ – Proverbs 31:28-31
I have seen the beautiful cards at the stores, the boxes of candy, the new garden gloves, the potted hydrangeas. And I smile as I reach for them, thinking of you, Mother. Then I realize it is the first Mother’s Day without you. It is bittersweet. I know you are with God and enjoying a glory none of us knows yet, but hopes for. But you are missed beyond any words I can express. And I know that I am not alone.
As mothers, we know sacrifice and soothing wounds with ice, bandaids and popsicles, but in our adulthood, we need more than a bandaid to mend a hurting heart that’s experiencing loss. Praise God for His loving mercies and peace that He gives us at our most needed times. I know I will see you eternally again, dear Mother. I have no regrets and for that I am grateful. The greatest gift you gave me was taking me to church and then years later, sharing our salvation with each other. Your joy was that I had found God for myself. Every Sunday, as little ones, we sat in that Baptist church. In the balcony, coloring on our bulletin, watching the old folks nod off and snore and occasionally seeing the bulletin made into a paper airplane sail by. But those teachings, the sermons, the lessons must have taken root into my heart because today God is my compass and my guide. It worked, Mother. You led by example. I followed you. You loved Jesus and so do I. With great love and admiration, Happy Mother’s Day.