My Hero

I had a weird morning.  I woke up kind of frustrated, another night of bad dreams and a lot less sleep than I planned on. Something I am more than used to, but this time I woke up praying for my mom.  I threw myself into being very productive, straightening my hair(a feat in itself) and doing more studying and reading my bible, but as I was doing that I was praying and wanted to write about my mom.

You see, my mom has been struggling with feeling very sick lately and she is not sure why. She is getting tests done and is having to rest so much, something she is not very used to. Something none of us are used to.  She is one of those moms who can, and always has been moving from sun up to sun down. She is my hero. And I cannot be there to help her, so I woke up praying over her today from Missouri.

I do not have a typical mom- child relationship with my mother. I haven't since I got out of my rebellious stage when I was 10. She is my best friend. My confidant. My prayer warrior. My disciplinarian at times, but my friend. I am a mommy's girl, much to my father's disappointment(I still love you to the moon and back daddy :) ).  When I was growing up, my dad traveled and my brother was older so it was the Mom and Lex show, we did everything together. She showed me how to be a well rounded woman. She is a black belt in tae kwon do, a mechanic, a piano player, a bible study leader, a prayer warrior, a leader in every sense of the word, a loving and adoring wife, a loving mother, a champion dog shower, a farmer, a landscaper, an electrician, a seamstress, a cake decorator,  an artist...When I say there is not much that she can't do, I really mean that there is not anything I have ever seen her not be able to figure out and accomplish. She is a rock star.

I pray that someday I can be half the woman that she is. I dream of loving my future children with the love I see she has for us, even when we were less than desirable(I am so sorry about the biting and screaming stage mom, aren't you glad I got saved?).  I dream of being able to accomplish even half of what she has in her years that she has lived thus far. She is so amazing, and I am so thankful for her.

"Her children arise and call her blessed..." Proverbs 31:28

It is my prayer that she knows how loved she is by me and the rest of her family. That she is constantly supported by us and that I am praying for her daily. I love you mommy.