A Tale of Three Moms

So here is a tale of three moms…

First, there is a mom and grandmother whose heart of service could be rivaled by none. If anyone, especially family, were to enter her house and not feel blessed to be there, it was a rarity.

Most often, her way of service was in cooking. There was no such thing as a small meal. Even partaking in a “light” breakfast with only toast meant having the option of 3 to 4 home-made jellies and jams. There was no such thing as leaving her house hungry.

Second, there is a mom who was an example of grace. Forgiveness flowed from heart to those around her. Most often, such grace was needed for her son. Many times, her kindness and forgiveness were enough to change his course of direction.

For this mom, it was never about her for some reason. She never boasted in herself. In fact, it wasn’t until she died at an early age that her son began to hear just how much she cared for others at her job. True, she was a nurse and caring was her job, but there was something different about the way she took care of others. Most likely it was because of her grace-filled life.

Finally, there’s a mom who is filled with love. There is not a day that goes by in which she does not show love to her kids in one way or another. And there’s not a day that goes by in which she doesn’t tell them how much they are loved. Her favorite words to her children are “I love you!”

Her love has not only blessed her children, but her husband as well. Her love has made the home a place of laughter and peace. Bottom line: her love has transformed her home and is molding her children to become true servants of others.

Now this tale of three moms is not just about some random folks.  It is a tale about my grandmother, my mom, and my wife. And though there is much more that could be written, each, by the grace of God, has modeled for me a heart of service, grace, and love. And for that I am most thankful today.

Happy Mother’s Day!