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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 1 – Beginner)
Topic: Mothers (05/02/05)

TITLE: Mother's
By Leigh Maxwell
05/07/05


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Mother’s



Mother’s… are a wonderful invention. They help house us, feed us, take care of us, and especially, give birth to us. Which is slightly obvious I know, but still, none-the-less, it’s a wonderful addition to our list of “Mommy’s Love” However, they do so much more for us besides the basics. I never knew that, or fully comprehended this notion. Until one day when I realized how the small things she does, the tiny gestures she makes, and the little words of wisdom she sneaks in the conversations, all embed themselves in your head, and then all come together as you grow up.
As I grew up, my mother was a religious woman, as my father, and wanted my siblings and I to be too. She wasn’t always religious however. Growing up, she lived in a distant household, where she knew her mother and father loved her; but it was never really said much. However, when she became a mom and wife, she wanted to have her children live better than she had. She became a Christian when I was about 2, as well as my father. They began going to church and taking us with them. As they grew in their faith, my mother would start saying prayers, grace, and my father even taught us “The Lord’s Prayer.”
And during this time as she grew as a Christian and began confiding in the Lord with prayer, she began teaching me to trust in God. During times of distress and troubles, she would stop and say, “We rebuke you Satan. Go away and go back to hell. In Jesus’ name we pray; Amen.” She explained almost everything she did to help us understand her reasoning and the Christian faith. My mother would also tell us, when she heard someone was hurt or in an accident, “Pray for those people.” I must say, that at first, I thought this ridiculous. How is asking God, who you can’t even see by the way, going to help them? You know who will help these people? The firefighters and ambulance and cops are who! I would even get mad and angry with God because I would hear in Church all the great miracles and blessings that God did for others. It would even happen to my family. Yet nothing ever happened to me. I would pray all the time for some miracle to happen, yet nothing ever did. Then my mother would tell me, “God doesn’t go by our time or our standards. His time is different from ours. You have to be patient.”
These little things that she would teach me made the most impact on my way of thinking about life. Often at times, I find myself thinking and doing these little things that she would do and say and I started to realize how much like her I was becoming. During times of stress and problematic situations, I find myself rebuking Satan. And during times of good fortune, I thank God for helping me. I find myself praying more often for people who are hurt and when disasters happen. And, I think, most importantly, I see myself waiting for God’s answer more patiently and not becoming jealous over other people’s answered prayers. It’s really very amazing to me how we remember these small, seemingly insignificant notions from when we were younger. Then later in life, we take them and use them and sometimes even teach them to others. Yet we can’t even remember what we had for breakfast.
I guess that it’s the important memories that get remembered more often than the everyday ones. Which is why our mother’s lessons are remembered so easily. I know that we all get upset at our mothers time and again, but at the end, it’s the making up and hugs from our mom’s that make the argument seem pointless. They are our teachers, mentors, doctors, and friends. They cook for us, clean for us, wash our laundry. They do so much that needn’t be done for us and all because they love us. However, we take them for granted so much of the time. I think that we need to start realizing how much more they do for us than we know and just how lucky we are to have this wonderful “invention”… our Mothers.


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Debra Bowers05/11/05
Your Mother was right. We must all wait on God's timming. Thank you for sharing your growing up process with her and in God! "It made me smile"