Mother Knows Best

Mom just knows . . . She knows when I need advice. She understands when it's tough. She listens when I need an ear. She's ten steps ahead of me most of the time {as in, been there, done that}. I call her about ten times a day . . . And I rely on her when I have a sick kiddo, or don't know how to handle a temper tantrum. The sound of her voice is comfort enough.

She sent me THE BEST email the other day. She gets daily devotionals from Jim Denison {formerly our pastor in Midland, Texas, now in Dallas}. I think this May 14th except regarding God's love may find a permanent place on our fridge.

From Henri Nouwen's classic book The Beloved:

I have called you by name from the very beginning. You are mine and I am yours. You are my beloved, on you my favor rests. I have molded you in the depths of the earth and knitted you together in your mother's womb. I have carved you in the palm of my hand and hidden you in the shadow of my embrace. I look at you with infinite tenderness and care for you with a care more intimate than that of a mother for her child. I have counted every hair on your head and guided you at every step. Wherever you go, I go with you, and wherever you rest, I keep watch. I will give you food that will satisfy all your hunger and drink that will quench all your thirst. I will not hide my face from you. You are my beloved in whom I am well pleased.

Whether she's filling my ear, or filling my inbox, Mother Knows Best. I needed that.