I am thankful that my mom has a heart like God's heart:
The Jewish people are the apple of her eye.
She has always drawn the little children into her arms and esteemed them highly. And always she taught them about her Jesus--their Jesus. Heaven will be filled with those she guided to her Savior.
She has loved her children unconditionally even when they made bad decisions, suffered through the consequences for those choices, said unforgivable things, and loved her back far less than they should have. Despite all those things, she never loved one degree less than with all her heart.
She was faithful to Dad in all things. The only verse she may be tempted to erase from her Bible is the one that says there is no marriage in Heaven. She would gladly be faithful for an eternity.
She delights in the promises of His Word. She searches it still for hidden truths--every day. She relies on its faithfulness. She yearns to obey it from her heart of love for the Father.
She's never met a neighbor she didn't love. She's never met a neighbor she didn't tell about Jesus.
She deeply loves His creation. From the wild flowers to the cultivated lilies, from the sparrow to the brilliant cardinal, from a sunlit day to a rainy afternoon, she finds delight in it all. She finds the "ordinary" extraordinary--except for maybe dandelions in her lawn.
Her substance, her stuff, she gladly shares with others: giving to the needs of missionaries, missions, her church, her family, friends in need, strangers, is as natural to her as hoarding riches is natural to the world. If we're not careful, she'll give it all away. She finds such joy in doing so. We probably need to be less careful.
She is always full of godly wisdom. We should listen more attentively. We should have listened more attentively in the past. God tells us to honor those who have grown old following Him, to learn from their insights. In case you didn't know, God knows what He's talking about. I'm still learning how true that is. Every church should spread its older faithful saints throughout every Sunday school class.
Mom continually prays to God, but it's more of a running conversation. You know, that pray without ceasing thing.
She weeps with those who weep, and even for those who are too proud too weep. She rejoices with those who rejoice.
She eagerly awaits His appearing. She can't wait to see His face even if it means that she goes Home before He comes for her.
She trusts God with all things and thus rests in His unchanging love. She knows His peace. She's earthquake proof.
A heart like God's heart is difficult to find. God blessed me by allowing me to grow up with two of them in my life--Mom and Pop. I hope I've learned a little from the examples He gave me. I hope that someday my children, grandchildren, great-grandchildren, family, and friends will be able to say that they saw, by God's grace, a little bit of God's heart in me. Thank you Lord! I understand so much more of God's heart because of the parents you gave me.
The Jewish people are the apple of her eye.
She has always drawn the little children into her arms and esteemed them highly. And always she taught them about her Jesus--their Jesus. Heaven will be filled with those she guided to her Savior.
She has loved her children unconditionally even when they made bad decisions, suffered through the consequences for those choices, said unforgivable things, and loved her back far less than they should have. Despite all those things, she never loved one degree less than with all her heart.
She was faithful to Dad in all things. The only verse she may be tempted to erase from her Bible is the one that says there is no marriage in Heaven. She would gladly be faithful for an eternity.
She delights in the promises of His Word. She searches it still for hidden truths--every day. She relies on its faithfulness. She yearns to obey it from her heart of love for the Father.
She's never met a neighbor she didn't love. She's never met a neighbor she didn't tell about Jesus.
She deeply loves His creation. From the wild flowers to the cultivated lilies, from the sparrow to the brilliant cardinal, from a sunlit day to a rainy afternoon, she finds delight in it all. She finds the "ordinary" extraordinary--except for maybe dandelions in her lawn.
Her substance, her stuff, she gladly shares with others: giving to the needs of missionaries, missions, her church, her family, friends in need, strangers, is as natural to her as hoarding riches is natural to the world. If we're not careful, she'll give it all away. She finds such joy in doing so. We probably need to be less careful.
She is always full of godly wisdom. We should listen more attentively. We should have listened more attentively in the past. God tells us to honor those who have grown old following Him, to learn from their insights. In case you didn't know, God knows what He's talking about. I'm still learning how true that is. Every church should spread its older faithful saints throughout every Sunday school class.
Mom continually prays to God, but it's more of a running conversation. You know, that pray without ceasing thing.
She weeps with those who weep, and even for those who are too proud too weep. She rejoices with those who rejoice.
She eagerly awaits His appearing. She can't wait to see His face even if it means that she goes Home before He comes for her.
She trusts God with all things and thus rests in His unchanging love. She knows His peace. She's earthquake proof.
A heart like God's heart is difficult to find. God blessed me by allowing me to grow up with two of them in my life--Mom and Pop. I hope I've learned a little from the examples He gave me. I hope that someday my children, grandchildren, great-grandchildren, family, and friends will be able to say that they saw, by God's grace, a little bit of God's heart in me. Thank you Lord! I understand so much more of God's heart because of the parents you gave me.
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