I could never speak so highly of anyone, and there is no one who will ever be able to reach the full beauty that makes up my mother.
When I think of Jesus, I think of my mom.
When I think of grace, I think of my mom.
When I think of forgiveness, I think of my mom.
When I think of resilience, I think of my mom.
When I think of love, I think of my mom.
Thank you God, for my mom.
Words will never be able to describe all that she is, because there is so much more to her than I will ever know. I study her, I observe her, I watch how she walks through this life. I look at her and pray that I can be half the women she is. Never have I known someone so humble, so loving, so God-fearing, and so incredibly knowledgable (never play Bible trivia against her, you’ll lose). She has read more books than I have even touched, yet she never boasts or tries to prove anyone wrong.
She is humble.
She is humble.
She is humble.
My mother will never realize how beautiful she is, inside and out. I wish she could see herself the way that I see her, because to me, she is the definition of beauty. When I look at her, I see peace. I see peace and love, where most people would expect anger and heartache if they knew her story.
My mom has not had an easy life to say the least. She has been dealt a nasty hand in life, and sometimes when I think about it, I get angry for her. She has every right to be mad at the world, yet she chooses not to be. She is never the victim, only the victor. She has overcome so much, and has never complained about one thing.
She deserves so much more than this sinful world has given her. And as for me, I feel as though I’ve failed her a thousand times over. I don't deserve her, and I don't know what I would do without her. My mom deserves the stars in the sky and the moon above our heads. She deserves nothing but the best of everything life has to offer and more. She has seen, felt, and carried sorrow, yet she holds her head high. She laughs as though she has never felt pain, and she loves as though she has never been wronged.
My mom. You would never know her struggles, because she only portrays joy and speaks with such compassion. She lives her life for Christ and it shows so clearly and brightly. She is a light, a light that will never be burnt out no matter how hard Satan tries. She is everything I admire, and everything I strive to be.
She walks through this world softly, touching every soul that she comes in contact with. If you've ever met my mom, you have seen and felt what love is, first hand. To know her, is such a great gift and the greatest blessing. I will never be able to thank God enough, for making her my mom.
To my mom. I love you.
