A Mom....who prays

I packed my bags and headed off to Dallas. I was leaving home
to go to school, eager to leave Indiana and be out on my own.

My mom sent me off. And prayed for me.

A few years later, I was moving to New Mexico, beginning a whole new chapter of my life. I didn't know a soul out there, but I knew that my steps were being guided, so I went.

And my mom prayed for me. And worried, I'm sure. But mostly prayed.

I met my hubby-to-be a short time later. After a year of dating,

we were engaged. My parents loved him, and whole-heartedly

gave their approval.

And Mom kept on praying.

We got married back in Indiana, a very small wedding that was intimate and perfect and expressed who we were so well. Mom cried during the ceremony, but I knew she was happy.

She sent me off again, this time a married woman. And the prayers continued.

Savannah was born....her first grandchild. There was a new little somebody to pray for now, and I know nothing thrilled her more.

I might not have always understood or appreciated the way Mom thought, the way she did things. But one thing I have always been quite certain of; the woman can pray, and when she does, God listens. And moves.

So thank you, Mom, for raising 5 great kids. For 31 years of praying for me. I know we only see you once or twice a year - so not easy - but your prayers span the 1285 miles that separate us, and make things a little better.

And thank you to my beautiful Savannah......you made me a mama.......and you made me the happiest mama in the world.

Happy Mothers Day!