by Charles R. Swindoll
But my favorite was a great big card that looked like a third grader had printed it. On it was a little boy with a dirty face and torn pants pulling a wagonload of toys. On the front it read: “Mom, I remember the little prayer you used to say for me every day . . . ” and inside, “God help you if you do that again!”
Jimmy Dean, the country-western singer, does a number that always leaves me with a big knot in my throat. It’s entitled “I Owe You.” In the song a man is looking through his wallet and comes across a number of long-standing “I owe yous” to his mother . . . which he names one by one.
Borrowing that idea, I suggest you who have been guilty of presumption unfold some of your own “I owe yous” that are now yellow with age. Consider the priceless value of the one woman who made your life possible—your mother.
Think about her example, her support, her humor, her counsel, her humility, her hospitality, her insight, her patience, her sacrifices. Her faith. Her hope. Her love.
Old “honest Abe” was correct: “He is not poor who has had a godly mother.” Indebted, but not poor.
Moms, on Mother’s Day Sunday we rise up and call you blessed. But knowing you, you’ll feel uneasy in the limelight. You’ll probably look for a place to hide. True servants are like that.
You’re probably going to be taken out to eat (which will add to our indebtedness!). But in all honesty, it won’t come anywhere near expressing our gratitude.
So, live it up on Sunday. It’s all yours.
My advice? Shake up the family for a change. Order steak and lobster!
Mother’s Day should not be just one day a year.
Excerpted from Day by Day with Charles Swindoll, Copyright © 2000 by Charles R. Swindoll, Inc. (Thomas Nelson Publishers). All rights reserved worldwide.
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