Mother’s Day….

I Cor 13:1 “If I speak with the tongues of men and of angels, but have not love,

I am become sounding brass, or a clanging cymbal”

Mother’s Day

I can read bedtime stories till the cow jumps over the moon and sing

“Ten Little Monkeys” until I want to call the doctor–but if I don’t

have love, I’m as annoying as a ringing phone.


I can chase a naked toddler through the house while cooking dinner and

listening to voice mail, I can fix the best cookies and Kool-Aid in the

neighborhood, and I can tell a sick child’s temperature with one touch

of my finger, but if I don’t have love, I am nothing.


Love is patient while watching and praying by the front window when it’s

30 minutes past curfew.


Love is kind when my teen says, “I hate you!”


It does not envy the neighbors’ swimming pool or their brand-new mini

van, but trusts the Lord to provide every need.


Love does not brag when other parents share their disappointments and

insecurities and love rejoices when other families succeed.


It doesn’t boast, even when I’ve multi-tasked all day long and my

husband can’t do more than one thing at a time.


Love is not rude when my spouse innocently asks, “What have you done



It does not immediately seek after glory when we see talent in our

children, but encourages them to get training and make wise choices.


It is not easily angered, even when my 15-year-old acts like the world

revolves around her.


It does not delight in evil (is not self-righteous) when I remind my

17-year-old that he’s going 83 in a 55-mph zone, but rejoices in the truth.


Love does not give up hope. It always protects our children’s

self-esteem and spirit, even while doling out discipline.


It always trusts God to protect our children when we cannot.


It always perseveres, through blue nail polish, burps and other bodily

functions, rolled eyes and crossed arms, messy rooms and sleep-overs.


Love never fails. But where there are memories of thousands of diaper

changes and painful labor(s), they will fade away.


Where there is talking back, it will (eventually) cease. (Please, Lord?)


Where there is a teenager who thinks she knows everything, there will

one day be an adult who knows you did your best.


For we know we fail our children, and we pray they don’t end up in

therapy, but when we get to heaven, our imperfect parenting will

disappear. (Thank you, God!)


When we were children, we needed a parent to love and protect us.


Now that we’re parents ourselves, we have a heavenly Father who adores,

shelters us and holds us when we need to cry.


I Cor 13:13 “But now abideth faith, hope, love, these three; and the greatest of these is love.”