There’s a carpenter, a seamstress, and a gardener squeezed beside a hairdresser, a bookkeeper, a caretaker, and a homemaker.
Women who worked long hours. Mom balanced managing four kids running in different directions, working part-time, and re-planting the family every time Dad’s work called him to a different city. Her mother toiled in the fields of a farm and ironed others’ clothes to earn extra pennies for her family of eight. Dad’s mom worked inside the home, corralling two sons and later nursing an invalid husband after his stroke.
One had a heart for praise music and the church as family. Another had a heart for people and hearty meals gathered around the table.
All outlived their husbands and fought anyone who messed with their children. Each passed on legacies of fierce independence even during times when a woman’s strong-mindedness was frowned upon or misunderstood.
All were survivors. All trusted God to deliver them through their circumstances. Mom still does while she battles persistent pain that comes with health problems.
All these mothers crowd inside me. Collaborating, as women will do, whipping me into shape. Encouraging me to embrace the person He created me to be.
“I have been reminded of your sincere faith, which first lived in your grandmother Lois and in your mother Eunice and, I am persuaded, now lives in you also. For this reason, I remind you to fan into flame the gift of God, which is in you…” (2 Timothy 1:5-6, NIV)
Who are the women and mothers in you?
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