My Mom
Who Can Find a virtuous Woman? Her price is far above
Rubies. Whenever I read this verse from God’s Word I can only think of My
Mom. She is and has always been the image of virtue and godliness to me.
From as early as I can recall it was her who taught me to believe in the
Lord, not only with words, but far more through example. By pureness, by
knowledge, by longsuffering, by kindness, by the Holy Ghost, by love
unfeigned.
My Mom has always been a great example of Christian purity,
honesty, and character to me. She possesses a meekness that is often
mistaken, even by me, for weakness. Yet in this meekness is an incredible
strength, founded on a faith in Jesus, far greater than most people have
ever known. A strength, which combined with love causes her to choose to
suffer herself rather than enjoy the pleasures of sin.
Her faith in Jesus seems to compel her to move whenever she
sees another in need. How Often I have seen her give, not out of her
abundance, but out of her need. Yet she never complained or regretted
having given. There seems to be very little my Mom wouldn’t do for anyone
in need. Her examples of giving even still remind me and guide me.
Her honesty and faith have always been unshakable. Even my
best efforts could not persuade her to tell even the whitest of lies. If I
didn’t want to take a call and said Mom tell them I’m not here, the reply
was always “son you know I can’t lie”. While it irritated me then, today I
cannot express my gratitude and admiration for those examples of true
faith. No matter what the offer of gain, or risk of loss, her honesty and
integrity have never been for sale at any price, nor would they yield to
any threat.
Jesus said if you confess me before
men I will confess you before the angels of God. While we often
think this applies to the judgment at the last day, I think it also
applies to the here and now. When her family members have been in trials,
sickness, and injury, even at the point of death, and my Mom has prayed, I
can envision Jesus standing up and considering her example of faithfulness
and meekness, and honesty, and love, and virtue, and I can almost hear him
say to the angels, there is Connie Stout, she has confessed me before men,
now I confess her, go, save them. Thank God she was praying for me.
True strength is not measured by how many we can destroy,
but rather by how easy we can be moved. As we can see by the examples of
the Apostles who died for Jesus, yet were never moved. I know that if my
service to the Lord is effective at all, it is largely because my Mom has
not been moved.
In spite of all this strength she is one the gentlest and
kindest people I have met. Her grace and humility always cause her to be
small in her own site. Never boasting of herself, or her goodness. Living
for righteousness yet never being self righteous.
While this world has not yet seen the blessing of the Lord
fulfilled in her life, there is untold treasure beyond measure awaiting
her. Rev. 3:8-9 I believe have a special message for Mom “I
know thy works: … for thou hast a little strength, and hast kept my word,
and hast not denied my name. … I will make
them to come and worship before thy feet, and to know that I have loved
thee.”
Mom you have weathered some storms, and your
house has stood. I am so glad for your gentle compassion and love. If the
world had more women like you it would be a far better place. I believe
the Lord himself has chosen you to be my Mom, and what a great blessing
that is. I love and admire you Mom.
