My mother had a birthday yesterday. I won’t say how old she is, but it’s kind of like 30 twice.
I honor my mother, an honorable woman. She has been one of the major influencers in my life.
She was the first to read imaginative literature to me. She was the last person (I think) to read (and help me edit) my own imaginative lit novel (last week).
She was the first to teach me the Bible, something I now love to do with my own kids.
I could go on and on about my mother, but mostly I just want to be thankful in public for this woman who has given me so much.
Mostly, she consistently pointed me to two fathers: my Father in Heaven and my father on earth. This has been the defining orientation of my life, and no one has been more central in directing me to these two fathers than my mother.
So thank you, Mom. And thank you, Oh Yahweh, for my mom.