Two Years Gone
My mother died two and a half years ago, so this will be my third “Mother’s Day” without her. On this day she would always be with us; she enjoyed hearing me preach, especially when she was being praised. We would give her a rose and take her out to eat. She liked the attention.
I miss her, but in a real way our mothers never really leave us. I still hear her voice, feel her kiss on my cheek, and thoughts of her cross my mind every day. A gift from her sits on my desk and pictures of her hang in my office. Her advice still guides my way. A mother’s influence lasts way beyond the grave.
The apostle Paul knew where his young companion, Timothy, got his great faith. “It first dwelt in your grandmother Lois and your mother Eunice” (2 Tm. 1:5). My faith too came from my mother. She encouraged me to preach and was always my biggest fan. On this Mother’s Day Sunday, we cannot honor, reward, remember, or praise motherhood too much. With us this day, either around the dinner table or within our memory, we all can thank God for our mothers and proclaim unabashedly, “I love you mom!”
-Dennis Doughty