Today is my birthday. I am immensely grateful to God for how faithful and merciful he has been to me. I am always cognizant of the fact that He didn’t have to do what He did…but He did. To see this day is just another example of His goodness to me.
This is my first birthday without my mom being here to call me and remind me how much she loves me. I miss that. As I reflect on her life, there is one thing that I find myself most grateful for out of all the wonderful things that I remember. You see, my mother was a prayer warrior. She believed in, and practiced the consistent act of prayer. I know because I benefited greatly from those prayers that she prayed. No matter where I was in life, regardless of what side of the fence I was living on, I always knew that my mother was praying for me. She was always interceding on my behalf. She wasn’t praying for a good job for me, or a new car or house, or any of those material things. She let me know that her prayer was that I find my purpose in Jesus Christ and that I commit my past, my present, and my future into His hands. And for that I am eternally grateful.
So, yes, I miss her deeply, but I am so very blessed to have been her son. I never would have made it without her prayers. As I celebrate my birthday, one so insignificant in the grand scheme of things, I pause to give thanks to the one whose birth, death, and resurrection made the difference in my life. To Him be all the glory, honor and praise. And…yes, thank you mama.