No. It wouldn't even begin to suffice the endless gratitude I have in regards to my mother.
I'm not even sure I could adequately begin to know how to say thank you. Or where to even start. So here is a meager attempt to express my thankfulness...to you, Mom.
Have I ever told you the most important gift you gave me?
You.
That is our greatest calling after all isn't it? The giving of ourselves. In blood. In sweat. In tears. The laying down of our own flesh for our families.
Greater love has no one than this, than to lay down one’s life for his friends.
John 15:13.
John 15:13.
And that's what you did.
Oh, there is joy in the giving of oneself. In the raising of sweet babes. Growing these little humans into adults.
But now as a mother myself, I know the cost firsthand. The cost of being a mother who is trying to walk in greater love. Love given to her thousands of years before her feet even touched the earth.
I know the cost you gave, Mom. At least a portion of it anyway. Part of the price can only be known between you and God.
But you gave yourself.
When it wasn't easy. When it wasn't fun. When it hurt beyond belief. You still gave.
Thank you, Mom. A
I love you. You mean the world to me.
