My mom loves to cook. Not only does she enjoy cooking, she's really, really good at it. If you know her, she'll be sure to invite you over for her fall-off-the bone BBQ ribs. In addition to being an excellent cook, she's an outstanding mom! Along with teaching me how to be a great cook, she has also taught me how to be a compassionate mother and wife, how to make a positive impact on those around me. Moreover, she has taught me the importance of a solid relationship with Christ. She doesn't do this by telling me how to live, but through her actions, through her unselfish servant nature, through her unshakable faith. If I have become even half the mother and wife she is, I am truly grateful.
As a child I remember watching her make meatloaf. She made it look like the simplest task, even fun because she mixed everything with her hands. A package of cold hamburger, an egg or two, some seasoning, and crushed saltine crackers came together to be a tasty meal. I always, always wanted to get my little hands in there to help her and she would always let me if I bothered her enough. "Wash your hands and you can mix", she would say. After just a few seconds of trying to mix that cold hamburger with my little hands, I recall thinking, "my hands are so cold they are going to fall off! How does she do this?". I also remember thinking "I guess when I get to be a mom my hands will be tough like hers". Well, I'm the mother of three and my mom instilled in me the love of cooking, but to this day my hands feel like they are going to fall off when I'm mixing together the hamburger, eggs, and crackers. I even take breaks to let them warm up. (Maybe even run some warm water over them!)
Nothing can compare to a mother's love, and many times we take this love for granted. When I was young I assumed she would always be here to care me, teach me how to care for my babies and show me how to love those babies when I was exhausted. My life has been filled with so many learninglesson from my incredible mom. I'm sure she had those days like I, when she was ready to throw in the towel and just hide in a closet, but she rarely showed me that exhaustion, she just kept going for me and for our whole family, and for that I am deeply thankful!
Recently my mom had a stroke. By the grace of God, it was mild and only impacted her left arm and leg. She can get around with a walker and she is determined to be back to playing the piano and making meals in no time. But her hands of steel are not doing what she wants them to do. I think the most difficult thing for her is to BE cared for when she has always done the caring. While in the hospital, just by coincidence, they found a mass in her lung and the doctors insisted on keeping her longer and doing a biopsy. For me, this five days of waiting contained many, many conversations with God:
"God, I trust in Your plan"
"God, I'm not ready to lose my mom"
God, I trust You
God, she has to see my babies grow and get married"
"God, I know you have a plan and I promise to trust You"
"God, Cancer isn't part of my plan"
We got the call yesterday that it is not cancer, but still an issue that needs to be treated. So, with prayers, hopefully we get to keep mom mixing the meatloaf (still too cold for my weak hands) and playing the piano for a long, long time. We do not know God's plan, His plan for prosper could very well be a prosperous heavenly life, this is hard for me to grasp, butJesus's sacrifice on the cross promises that one day, one glorious day we'll all be together singing praises for all he has done.
"For I know the plans I have for you", declares the lord "plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future." Jeremiah 29:11
Hooray for it not being cancer and I am thankful that she has recovered so well from her stroke. I am also very thankful that "by coincidence" they found something else that needs to be treated so that now they can try to do something about it. I will be praying for her.
I love the meatloaf story!
Delighted to hear that she is recovering from her stroke and I do indeed pray that she will go from strength to strength.
Never had meatloaf but like K I loved the story.