I received so much love from the ones I love today.
I am truly blessed.
My heart and mind are turned to my own Mom.
Although she has been gone ten years,
The love she had for me,
goes on well past her life and death.
You see, back in the day, the late fifties, being an unwed mom was to to wear the scorn of every person you came in contact with.
Mom’s early story was one of loneliness and despair. She was for all intents and purposes looking for love in all the wrong places. The unwed part was hidden from me for my entire life. I only found out after her death in 2001.
What love did she have for me when she could have ended my life, or she could have decided to give me to another? Either would certainly have made her life easier.
The fact remains. She chose life. She chose life for me and a more difficult life for herself. Through the pain and loneliness and scorn, she raised me the best she could. Through a need for love from a human or just because she felt it the right thing to do, she chose life.
I am who I am because of the courage of this woman.
Not all the choices made were the right ones, naturally, but she did make the choices.
One of those choices was to be married again, hopefully giving more stability to her life.
What it gave her were three more children, with whom she shared her great love, and even more heartbreak than choices she had made before.
It is my belief that one choice that she made later in her life, was the life-giving choice to follow Jesus Christ.
Knowing full well that she required more help than any mortal man could give to her. She found that the decisions she made would have a great effect on me and my siblings.
She chose Jesus.
Her life and ours were never the same.
His sacrificial love for her and us,
brought us through to today where we bless His name,
and where - Her children arise and call her blessed – Proverbs 31:28
I love you Mom.
I’ll see you when I get there.
I still choose Life.
I still choose Jesus.
I still choose Joy.
If you have not yet chosen Him~
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How thankful you must be for happy memories of your mother. Unlike you, I had a sincere wish to find out that I had been adopted, because then I would have known that at ONE stage of my life, someone had wanted me.
I was a definite man-hater, but when I discovered that the PERFECT, omnipotent, creator God had ADOPTED ME into His own family as His own blood-bought child, my joy was limitless. At last I had a PERFECT Father whose desire was for my very best!