I want to grow up and be like my mom. If you knew her, you would say you do too.
As an observer, you might notice her carefree spirit and want to breathe a little of that for yourself. How very comfortable she is to be around might catch your attention and make you want to meet her for coffee.
Maybe you would decide to shuffle your own priorities after witnessing her abundant energy for activities that are not all about her. It would be nearly impossible not to see how sought after she is for wise counsel; you may well ask around to find out where the line forms.
Perhaps you’d observe how easily she laughs and celebrates, and how quickly she cries with those who are hurting. Friends like that are hard to come by.
You’d witness the joy she has in her three children and their spouses. You would definitely hear countless stories highlighting the antics of her nine grandchildren. For sure, you’d be compelled by the love and fun she has with her husband and best friend of over fifty years.
You certainly wouldn’t miss her heart for her Creator and Savior. You would find yourself inspired to dig deep into Scripture, and draw close to the One who makes life worth living.
Maybe what I admire most about my mom is her ability to discern what’s NOT important. She won’t be found spinning her wheels in the muck of the unimportant and irrelevant. Jackie, my amazing mom, knows how to discern what’s important in life. She values most what brings the truest joy.