I was thinking about my children today, especially as this is Mother’s Day. My mind went to the special memories I had of them as small children. The unconditional love that they lavished on me as they did their best to come up with some way to show me how much they cared for me on this annual occasion. Many times, they worked hard to craft a homemade gift with their own little creative hands. As they got older, with their ages being spread a full seven years from the oldest to the youngest, the creativity got more involved and required greater skill. But they were all personally invested in the process, I could tell.
I remember so clearly hearing their voices chattering back and forth in the kitchen, while they thought I was still sleeping. A couple of them working on the food prep while the other two prepared the plate on a tray with a special handmade card. My heart filled with joy and pride at the thought of them taking such care to please Mama. They had no idea I was listening as the sounds of pans banging and cupboard doors slamming competed with the sound of their excited voices saying “Shhh, you’ll wake her up!”
Then would come the moment they’d been preparing for. The bedroom door opened and their voices declared a united “Happy Mother’s Day, Mama!” Breakfast in bed for Mom, what a wonderful gift! But they didn’t know that in my mind, it was they themselves who were the gifts!
The Bible says in James 1:17 “All good and perfect gifts come down from the Father of lights…” (my paraphrase). Matthew 5:14 says “You are the light of the world. A city set on a hill cannot be hidden.” Mothers, our children were sent to us as gifts! They are reflectors of their Father God who is Light! They were first created in His heart, then sent to us in the earth realm to be born as lights in this world! What a privilege and what a responsibility it is for us to raise up these precious gifts to reflect the One Who is Light!
Today, I just want the world to know how blessed I am to have been given four amazing gifts of light to raise. All four are now adults. One has given me my first grandson while another is preparing to give birth to my second grandson. What a joy to see all my children walking in the Truth and being the lights of the world in their own unique ways. Gratitude envelops my heart as the legacy of lightbearers continues in my family bloodline. I hope all the mothers who read this, whether their children are still on this side of heaven or not, will be as blessed by the memories of their precious gifts from the Father of lights as I am.