Sunday, May 12, 2013
In Christ, she lost her life and found it. I watched. And when I saw, then I knew that someday, somehow I would lose my life so that I would find it, too. I didn't know how it would happen or when, but I knew that it could because I saw it. It was real.
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)
Posted by Keelie at 10:57 PM