I think the thing that I dread the most is church. It’s because the moms are always recognized, and I don’t want to stand….but I don’t want to not stand…..I don’t like everyone watching me cry….I feel like I’m just ruining everyone else’s mother’s day. Sometimes I can do it. I just couldn’t do it this year. I don’t know why some years are harder than others. So I left the sanctuary. It makes me feel guilty because I wanted to sit with my mom for Mother’s Day.
I treasure my Mom. She is such an inspiration to me. I remember watching her study the Bible and pray when I was a little girl, and I watch her do that now. She reads the Bible completely through every year. She knows it so well. Who needs Bible.com? I can just ask my mom.
I wouldn’t have survived this last almost 9 years without her. She has prayed me through. She has given me the freedom to follow God, even though it meant letting me go back to Miami, OK alone those first few years after the accident. She has listened to me speak many times. She believes in me. And yesterday, right in the middle of the greeting time at church, she just held me while I cried.
That’s my momma.
I love her.