Posted By Christina M on May 10, 2009

I know, everyone is talking about mothers today. So maybe you’ll think I’m unoriginal, but I want to talk about mine. Specifically, I want to discuss how she helped me to develop my understanding of God.

Now, my mother has always modeled faith. She raised me from my earliest days with a knowledge that God made us, sent His only son to redeem us, and loves us unconditionally. I didn’t always understand what all of that meant, but I knew it was true. And as I got older, she corrected my misconceptions with love, set a good example, and continued to teach me.

But there’s something more that she did: she showed me God. We’ve all heard songs and quotes about God having no hands but ours; well, at my mother’s hands I met God. I didn’t see his face growing up, but I saw His hands. They were holding the phone that talked to my 9th grade social studies teacher. They were driving the car that put the fear of God into the local bullies, so that they never picked on me again. (She didn’t hurt them, but she DID scare them!) They were opening doors, tying shoes, brushing hair, and carrying children. They were the hands of love; and because I knew love from the day of my birth, it wasn’t too difficult to believe in the love of God.

Thank you, God, for the gift of my mother. And thank you, Mom, for the gift of God. I love you.

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