My Mom

Dedicated to a fighter, a lover, my best friend, my mom.

“Her soul is alive. And we are drawn to her” – Staci Eldgredge.

You are radiant.

You are a woman of words. And what is more important than speaking the language of the heart? He, the One who comforts, comes close in intimacy, and wraps Himself around us with His warm embrace. He is the one you accurately articulate the heart of. The Spirit of Love.

“Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. 5 It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. 6 Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. 7 It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.”

This passage, so often used in the context of marriage, should more often be used in the context of motherhood. Because you have done exactly as it says.

You speak life, enlightening the darkest of rooms, the troubled hearts, the hearts of my brothers, and my own heart. The Spirit of God is the breath you breathe, you are a prophetess of healing and intimacy. You are significant, you are unmatched.

You have been tried, and you have remained true. In all my days, there wasn’t one when you didn’t love me.

“I’m weathered but still elegant.” Song of Songs 1:5.