When I think of all the greatest blessings in my life, I undoubtedly think of my Mom. It is a relationship I have not always appreciated, not always treasured, and not always understood. Thankfully there is a God who is in the restoration business. I believe that our relationship is living proof.
This afternoon I write this to you all from an honest heart, and tell you that she is a reason I have become the woman that I am.
It was all times she would talk heart to heart while she cooked in the kitchen. My Mom is a woman who gave me wisdom.
It was all the times I didn’t have two dimes to rub together and she selflessly helped me pay my bills. My mother is a woman who has provided for me.
It was all the times that I wanted to discover who I was and she let me dream. My mother is a woman who has supported me and always had my back.
It was the all the mornings I would come downstairs, and she would be sitting next to the fireplace in her favorite rocking chair reading her Bible. My mother is a woman of prayer.
Because you see, we are very different but very much the same.
Oh, and we both love chocolate. Duh.