One of the many beautiful things that has come from moving almost 10 thousand miles away from home is perspective. The perspective this journey has brought is vast, but possibly no greater perspective has come than that of how blessed I am two have been brought up by two incredible human beings. These ten thousand miles have only solidified why I love and admire them so much.
I could write a post on both of them individually and probably five more on them as a beautiful example of marriage but in keeping with the festivities of Mother’s Day, this one is for you “mum”.
One of my mama’s greatest strengths is that she is a prayer warrior. She often wakes up in the middle of the night and spends hours in prayer.
I often wonder how many things I am walking out in my life because she first prayed it out.
Mothers have this uncanny way of praying for things that you need before you even need them. They also stand in the gap so many times, as my mother has, and pray for things that we forget to pray over ourselves.
I wonder how many of my blessings over here in Australia have come from a praying mama in West Virginia? I wonder how many friendships I am thriving in that are a result of a mama who prayed that her baby girl would find herself surrounded by beautiful friendships? I wonder how many opportunities and moments of favor I have experienced in my life because my mama prayed that goodness and mercy would follow me all the days of my life?
I only wish I could know, and my mama could know, how many of life’s sweetest blessings are because I have a mama who prays.
I don’t know this for sure, but I think heaven leans in a little closer when a mama kneels to pray.
As I was thinking about and preparing this post God dropped the story of Jesus’ first miracle into my spirit from John 2.
Jesus and his mother Mary are at a wedding and the wine has run out. Mary comes to Jesus to do something about the situation to which Jesus tells her it is not yet his time. Well, Mary wins and Jesus preforms his first miracle of turning the water into wine.
Could the significance in this story be that when a mother speaks to Jesus situations and plans change - just as they did at the wedding? I believe the prayers of a mother not only matter, but change the atmosphere and cause things to happen that change the course of history for the ones they love.
Thank you, Mama, for showing me the power of a praying mother. I will never know the blessings I walk in because of the time you spent with Jesus on my behalf. I love you now more than ever.
Forever your baby girl,