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Sunday, July 8, 2012

My mommy wrote this blog (she just doesn’t realize it yet)…

May your father and mother rejoice;
    may she who gave you birth be joyful!

Proverbs 25:23 (NIV)

I am proud to declare my mom a fan of my blog.  It was she who reminded me recently that when I was little, I yammered incessantly about becoming a writer; something I’d completely forgotten. I remembered it not at all until she spoke the words, and then, my mom bestowed upon me the blessing that called me home.  That’s who she is in my life, the one who calls it by name.  Thanks, mom. 

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My mother is an extraordinary woman.  I have channeled her unwaivering calm, her unrelenting faith and her limitless wisdom my entire life; at least I have tried. I have always wanted to be like her. Even as an adult with my own husband and family, I still seek to please her. My mother is every bit the steel magnolia...Texas’ finest. 

Mommy offers feedback on my writing in the form of an email dialog we share.  Despite being in different time zones, we also talk daily, but her notes speak directly to what I have put on the page. She knows the back stories, even when I do not share them with you…She inspires me in ways you cannot imagine.  Mommy wrote today’s blog…and she’s about to read about it.

I subscribed mom to my blog via email to make it easy for her to read them.  She’s a bit of a latecomer to technology, but she gets it done.  She is no critic…it’s all love and support from her corner, and while a part of me wishes she’d post her comments publicly, the wiser part of me knows that her comments are just for me…except maybe this one, in reply to Like hearing your native tongue and knowing you are home…  and only because hers is now the voice in my head when I write…

“Again, Wow. Baby...where does it all come from? Mom”
Mom, this was all God. I was thinking about it after it happened, then came home to write. It just flowed. I'm asking God to let me be His vessel. I trust that when He finds me worthy to be used, I'll be ready. Just keep praying. Love you. 
In my opinion, you are ready. Love, Mom

If mommy says I’m ready, she must be right.  My mom is always right, eventually.  Mom was my first gift from God.  She is my original evidence that God is good. 

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