A Woman of Noble Faith

     On Labor Day of 1997, I received a new calling in my life to be a mother.  My beautiful daughter came into this world after only eight hours of easy labor.  It’s funny; I guess I never realize how the labor would continue to be a good mother.  It was been an extreme challenge for me, especially with no early reflections to draw from.  Since my parents divorced very early in my life, my father raised me until I was twelve.  Although the circumstances were very horrible, the Devil tried everything to destroy our lives.  Nevertheless, anything the Devil tries to use to destroy us, God can always turn it around for good.  (Genesis 50:20) 

     What makes a good mother?  This question, I have asked myself numerous times, I have discovered some vital lessons from my mother but I am still learning.  If it wasn’t for my mother’s  stern faith in God, dedicated prayer life, and passion for the Word of God, I would never have served the Lord.  At the age of twelve I was miraculous reunited with my mother who was totally different from my early childhood memories.  She was as beautiful as I remembered but she was breathtaking now.  She had a joy about her, I never saw in anyone else.  Regardless of life’s circumstances, she was always solid in her faith.  Although this is her spiritual gift, it’s also her life.  She worked outside the home; daily took care of the chores, but stayed faithful in her devotional time with God.  At the same time every night, she would close herself in her room and pray.  Sometimes I heard her as I walked down the hall to my room, she has a hunger for God’s presence.  During my adolescence, I had the same passion but it seemed my volume always got louder the longer I prayed.  She never discouraged me, except to lower my tone so the rest of the house could sleep. 

     As I grew in the Lord, I discovered my passion for living: preaching the Word, writing poetry, and drawing.  Although it was a new journey for me, she always acted I was the next Kathryn Kuhlman or Billy Graham.   She never discouraged me or allowed me to doubt God.  If I brought her artwork, poetry, or a new sermon she always acted so amazed.  As I was cleaning out my office, I stumbled upon some earlier writings.  As I read them, I laughed at those cherished comments, “This is great.”  I was wondering, what she was thinking? Even during all the difficulties, mistakes, and shame I brought her, she never stopped believing in me.  She never gave up on me, although she could have.  She faithfully prayed for me, I am a living testimony that God heard her.   Sometimes, I am so amazed how God prompts her heart at the moments, I really need it.  A woman, who fears the Lord, should be praised.  So, I will praise the Lord for the most breathtaking woman of God I know.

     What makes a great mother?  Well, I have learned a godly one who is passionate for God.  A baby arrives completely naked, venerable, and full of responsibility.  Daily it seems, as mothers we have to teach our children something new or repeat the same lessons over and over.  Nevertheless, we all hope our children are prepared to leave the house when that day arrives.  Within our children’s lives they will see our mistakes, our triumphs, and our daily choices.  We can’t hide anything from our children; they do see and hear everything we do.  Sadly, some parents believe they can pull the wool over their eyes but children absorb everything.

     If you are a mother who has made numerous mistakes, it isn’t too late to start a new chapter in your life.  Through all the difficulties of my mother’s life, she conquered her past through the blood of Christ.  “Charm is deceptive, and beauty is fleeting: but a woman who fears the Lord is to be praised.” Give her the reward she has earned, and let her works bring her praise at the city gate. (Proverbs 31:30-31)  So, I dedicate this article to someone who means the world to me, my mother.  My heart’s desire is to continue the legacy of women in our family to be a godly mother who loves God with passion.  Thank you for training me in the ways of the Lord, I will never depart from it.

Each night she prays quietly in her chamber,

Pouring her heart before the King.

Her heart determined to protect her children from danger.

She cries aloud making her praises ring.

A quiet sanctuary from the outside,

But within it’s a warzone, a horrific fight.

The Lord Jesus kneels right beside,

As the enemy tries to destroy her life with his fixed sight.

She is determined to face the fires of Hell,

For the welfare of her offspring.

She doesn’t care how many bells he rings.

Each night, she will defeat his tactics while on her knees.

In the midst of the night, she pours her soul.

Sternly believing God with all her heart,

Desiring her children to believe in the eternal hope.

Trusting that they will never depart,

From the truth-Jesus is the only way.

Wealth can’t bestow her greatest desire,

It’s her faith that won’t bend or sway.

Only Heaven knows how many battles of fire,

Against a loving mother she’s faced.

It’s heart of a mother’s desire,

That will finish the race.



All three miracles from God, I am blessed to be their mother.