A Praying Mother
Three years before my mother was born, U.S. President Woodrow Wilson set the second Sunday in May as Mother’s Day. If she were still alive, she would be 105 years old and celebrating her 80th Mother’s Day. However, she transferred all of her celebrations to heaven twenty-two years ago. She was the greatest prayer warrior I ever knew. A friend said of her, “When her prayer requests went to heaven, they went to the front of the line, because she and God were on a first name basis.” If she were still alive, her cell phone would have God on speed-dial. If God owned a refrigerator, my mother’s picture would be on the door. Long before I knew anything about spiritual gifts, I knew my mother had the gift of Intercession (Colossians 1:9). When I would call home to ask for advice, she always seemed to know why I was calling before I shared my concern. And why not? She and God had already discussed it. It is no wonder that I have recruited hundreds of prayer partners to replace my praying mother. Her favorite response to my concerns, was always, “It will be better tomorrow.” She was usually correct. I’m counting on her advice to be correct again. Happy Mother’s Day in heaven, Mama. See you soon . . . or later.