She is 'Blessed'!

Today is my mom's birthday! That means I get to blog about her today!

What can I say, she's the best mom ever! She was the mother of three girls, and I must say very lovely girls. She was the one who taught us about Christ, not only in her words but in her life. She was our support, our comfort, a prayer warrior, a friend, and a rock. There are so many things I could say about her but I am really going to try to limit myself.

My rock...when I was a child (and sometimes even now) I was very fearful. I had fears about dying to someone breaking in the house. Our home creaked and settled really bad at night and to me it sounded like someone walking. Therefore I would lay in bed paralyzed with fear. I would scream "Mooooom!" and then act like I was sleeping so the 'intruder' wouldn't know who screamed. I would do that until my mom came from the other side of the house to comfort me and to check things out to make sure no one was in the house. I spent many nights in her room either on the floor by her bed or in bed with her. As long as I was touching her or holding her hand, I felt safe. Now that I'm a mom and dealing with some of the same issues with one of my children, I have called her and asked her how she did it, there's just one more level of respect for her.

My comfort...when I was sick there was NO ONE like mom. No one could hold me and take care of me like she did. The first time I really missed home was right after I got married and I got sick, I wanted my mom and Jeff wasn't quite the sympathizer that I was use to. When I was scared, she would hold me. I could curl up next to her on the couch and I would feel better.

My prayer warrior...I know she has prayed for us our whole lives. I have no doubt that her prayers have kept me out of trouble and harms way. I have talked about my post-partum thyroid issues in a previous blog. During that time my mom stood in that gap for me like no one else. When my body was shaking and I could feel a panic attack coming on, I would call her, no matter the time, and there were several times it was 1:00 or 2:00 in the morning, and she would speak truth (Scripture) to me and she would pray with me. During that time, I literally could not focus on the truth. I could read my Bible and quote Scripture but immediately behind it came the lies. I couldn't focus on my prayers. I know that it was those who stood in the gap for me with their prayers that got me through that time. Here is a poem, that I'm not sure who the author is, but we bought this framed for her one year. When I read it, it is my mom.

THE WARRIOR

This morning my thoughts traveled along

To a place in my life where days have long since gone

Beholding an image of what I used to be

As visions were stirred and God spoke to me

He showed me a Warrior a soldier in place

Positioned by Heaven,yet I saw not the face

I watched as the Warrior fought enemies

That came from the darkness with destruction for me

I saw as the Warrior would dry away tears

As all of Heaven's Angels hovered so near

I saw many wounds on the Warriors face

Yet weapons of warfare were firmly in place

I felt my heart weeping my eyes held so much

As God let me feel the Warrior's prayer touched

I thought " how familiar" the words that were prayed

The prayers were like lightening that never would fade

I said to God "please the Warrior's name"

He gave no reply, He chose to refrain

I asked,Lord, who is broken that they need such prayer?"

He showed me an image of myself standing there

Bound by confusion, lost and alone

I felt prayers of the Warrior carry me home

I asked "Please show me Lord. this Warrior so true"

I watched and I wept, for Mother.....the Warrior-was you!

Happy Birthday Mom! We've had many good times together and many great laughs, may we have many more!

I love you and I am arising and calling you "blessed"!

(Sorry about the spacing, I can't get it figured out.)