What can one mom even do to make a difference?
We moms need to know this.
Part three of a short series about all the huge little things moms do. It’s not a contest, but let’s all tell about our memories of those little things that mean so much, that only moms know how to do best. ❤
My mom was very, very private about her spiritual life.
I did not even know she had one, actually,
I think she always sort of believed that was between her and God.
However, on the day I came to her and grumbled that the rain outdoors was keeping me from playing out there, I learned.
I remember it like yesterday. I don’t know how old I was, but I was tall enough that the washing machine top came to my shoulders.
I remember we were in the laundry room when I grumbled, and my mom was right there, hearing. Here is what she said:
Kathy, I don’t ever want to hear you complaining about the rain. We need rain badly and I prayed for this rain. And now we have some and we are very happy.
Well, that got my attention. I remember feeling uncomfortable about hearing her talk of real prayer with real answers. It really was a sort of confession of her faith, and I would have felt lots better hearing it if I’d had another grown-up with me to help me carry the heavy load of my mom’s answered prayers.
I felt too little to hear such grown-up things.
But I grew into it. And now I pray. And I never complain about the weather.
What about you? Did your mother pray? Do you know what she prayed for? Was she private about it?