No Greater Joy

This is the fifth in a series of open letters to some who have touched my life

Dear Mom,

Sitting here now with two children of my own, I need to ask:  "How did you do it all?" 

You were a pastor's wife, mom to four children, church pianist and so much more, yet you did - and continue to do - it all with such grace.  I can't remember a time when you weren't there for me when I needed you, as a little girl or a college student or as a mom myself.

I never doubted your love or your desire to see all of us living for God.  The way you love our children is amazing; our daughters are blessed with a grandmother who gives of herself in time, in prayer and in thoughtful gifts for them.

You are my friend, one who listens and gives wise advice.  I know your prayers for all of us are constant and heartfelt.  

I have lived my life looking up to a Godly mother.  As you have so effectively taught me, I know there is "no greater joy than to hear that my children walk in truth." (III John 4).

May we continue to bring you joy.

Love,

Your daughter