Well, it is May once again, my favorite month of the entire year (at least until October). Every month has something special that identifies that month…

  • January – New Year’s Day
  • February – Valentine’s Day
  • March – Saint Patrick’s Day
  • April – Easter
  • May – Mother’s Day
  • June – Father’s Day
  • July – Independence Day
  • August – (okay, so August sucks)
  • September – Labor Day
  • October – Halloween
  • November – Thanksgiving
  • December – Christmas

May is extra special though. May is the month that we get to celebrate and honor our mothers with a special day set aside just to let them know how much we love and appreciate them. I celebrated my last Mother’s Day with my mom in May of 2017. She had Alzheimer’s and although she did not know I was her son, I made absolutely sure she knew that I was someone who loved and cared for her. God took her home on November 11 of that same year. She passed away peacefully in her bed at home. All of us were there, keeping watch and taking care of her. In the end, all we could do was keep her lips and mouth moist with a damp sponge, and carefully administer the morphine in scheduled doses to ease her pain. I did get to tell her I loved her before she passed and she managed to whisper back to me, “I love you too, honey”. Did she remember me in that moment? I like to think so. I like to think that God gave her a moment of clarity to say farewell. Mom was never one to draw attention to herself and never one to complain. She managed to slip away quietly that morning at the only moment no one was in the room with her. I think that’s the way she would have wanted it.

If your mother is still alive, make sure she knows how much you love her and how much you appreciate everything she has done for you. Don’t wait another minute, because tomorrow is promised to no one. And don’t just do it on Mother’s Day. Make it a point, make it a habit even, to call her and check on her every day, visit her often, and help her in any way possible that you are able. It gives you a good feeling inside and when your mom is gone from this world, it will help you focus on all of the joy she brought into your life whenever you think of her.

I’m going to share what I wrote for my Mom’s memorial page…

In the book of Ephesians, Paul instructs us to put on the whole armor of God, that we may be able to stand against the wiles of the devil…

14 Stand therefore, having your loins girt about with truth, and having on the breastplate of righteousness;

15 And your feet shod with the preparation of the gospel of peace;

16 Above all, taking the shield of faith, wherewith ye shall be able to quench all the fiery darts of the wicked.

17 And take the helmet of salvation, and the sword of the Spirit, which is the word of God:

But what good is armor to one who is not a warrior? Who trains up a person so that they may be able to put on the whole armor of God and use it against the enemy? When I think of training a warrior, or a soldier, the image that comes to mind is one of a lantern-jawed, hard-nosed marine drill-sergeant, but the truth lies at the other end of the spectrum.

I’m sure you’ve heard the phrase, “the hand that rocks the cradle rules the world.” There is so much truth and wisdom in that old adage, for it is our own precious mothers that train us up to be warriors so that we may effectively wear the full armor of God against the enemy. Think about this…

How can we gird our loins with truth, without a mother to teach us about the virtues of honesty?

How can we put on the breastplate of righteousness, without a mother to teach us right from wrong?

How can our feet be shod with the preparation of the gospel of peace, without a mother’s love to guide us and teach us about true, unconditional love?

How can we take up the shield of faith, without a mother who is always there, comforting us when we are sick or hurting, assuring us that everything will be okay?

How can we put on the helmet of salvation and take up the sword of the Spirit, without a mother to tell us about the love and sacrifice of Jesus?

Thank you, Mom. I will miss you. I will remember you. I will honor you. I will always love you, and most importantly, I will one day see you again.

Happy Mother’s Day, All.

“All that I am, or ever hope to be, I owe to my angel mother.” ~ Abraham Lincoln

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