Today is my mother’s birthday. She would have been 100 years old today. The unique, memorable, number combination has rolled around again, 2/2/22. My mother left this temporary earthly home and went home to dwell forever with the Lord almost 30 years ago. It seems that in timeless eternal existence, she is not counting the years as we do. She is present in my heart and mind, even though she is not present physically.
I still try to live my life in a way that would make her proud. She was and is my heroine. She would be amazed, but perhaps not surprised, at the opportunities God has afforded her son. Her faith, lived out in my life, has taken me around the world to places she probably never dreamed or imagined. The goals are always the same–to share the light of the gospel of Christ and to bring glory to God.
Today I remember my mother, her influence, her strength, her faith, and her love, in the words of Paul to the Ephesians: “Now to him who is able to do immeasurably more than all we ask or imagine, according to his power that is at work within us, to him be glory in the church and in Christ Jesus, throughout all generations, for ever and ever! Amen.” (3:20-21).