It all comes down to character. Our true heart is shown in the storms of life.Join with me as we seek to find the beauty in our storms along with maintaining our character through them. And let us listen for God's voice when it comes - whether a whisper on the breeze or a shout through the hurricane.....
Friday, November 19, 2010
Being Called "Mom"
My ears never grow tired of hearing those words. They are like salve to a wound as soon as I hear them. I know they are not always said in adoration. Sometimes they are uttered in frustration as in ….”Moooooommmmm!” Or more recently, as in “Moth-er!” My oldest decided to use that term with me when she wasn’t happy. HA HA
But I still love them.
There is something so powerful – so magical – so gripping in the words. It’s as if I’m needed. I’m loved. I’m claimed.
“Mama.” And “mom.”
I love those names.
I accept the responsibility that comes with being a parent, and I welcome it. I embrace it.
For it has changed me forever.