In the past, Mother’s Day wasn’t one of my favorite holidays. My mother was a wonderful woman, but she had gone to her heavenly reward years ago. I wasn’t a mother. Even though it was the desire of my heart, God never blessed me with my own child. What was there to celebrate? Memories and dreams that hurt when they came to mind.
Yet, yesterday, I noticed things were different. The pain wasn’t there. The sadness was gone. I remembered with gratefulness. I thanked God for the mother who gave me life, love and laughter. I thanked God for Ava Steiner, a mother in the faith. I thanked God for Dee Armour who prayed for me through good times and a lot of messy ones, too. I thanked God for Cathy Benscoter, a dear friend and Dr. Mom whenever I needed one when I lived in western Pennsylvania. And, I thanked God for all my kids and grandkids that He had given me in Ghana. I was filled with joyful gratitude for all the women in my life who shaped me and formed me into the person that I am today.
I don’t know when this change took place. I imagine God has been working on me for years. And, I am grateful! I hope and pray that I can be the kind of woman who will impact the lives of other women just as other women have impacted mine.
