On this Mother’s Day, my parent’s gave me a card and wrote in it, “The daughter becomes the mother.” I guess that is true in some ways, but my mom will always be the mother. I cook, do some cleaning, and do my best to make sure everyone is taken care of. But my mom is still the loving, encouraging, matriarch of the family. As much as I try to put her first, she is selfless and always thinking of everyone else around her. The sacrifices she has made for the good of the family are innumerable and I feel many are hidden that we may never know about. She taught me faith not by preaching it, but by doing and living it. She has a private relationship with God, but connects on a level that is obvious to those who are paying attention. It would be a blessing indeed if I would become even a small resemblance of the mother that she is.

I Found God today reflecting on the blessing of my mother.