And I want to be like Mom.
The best thing she gives isn't something she plans or buys. It's not something she says or a way she makes me feel. It's not a hug or a kiss or a pat on the back. She does those things...but, no.
The way she loves me isn't the human way that has to do with emotions. It's God's way that has to do with God. It is a relationship that is transforming her. Always, transforming. It makes me want more of Jesus.
In her obedience, she loves God. And in loving God she loves me. Beautiful. Simple. God is the beginning and the end of my mother's love for me. It is a joy to be her daughter and sister, walking hand in hand toward eternity.
By this we know that we love the children of God, when we love God and obey his commandments.
(1 John 5:2 ESV)
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Touching is an understatement here, Keelie. I think it's actually more like *edifying* for me as a random reader. This is definitely one of the sweetest Mother's Day tributes I've ever read. Always transforming. Always. How do I so easily forget or dismiss that part? Thank you for beginning and ending with Jesus!
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