I’ve taken the last few weeks off. Avoided any reading of serious books that challenged my thought process and basically, just trolled FB a lot, played a few games, read a few fluff books, played with the dogs, giggled and sang with the grands, and prayed. But the prodding has begun again. God is like that. He challenges, pushes, prods and encourages, but He never demands. He knew I needed a few weeks to process and rest, but the prodding is more pointed the past couple days as I looked at the wonder of His oceans and marveled at the intricacies of the tiniest of His creatures. I guess Mother’s Day is a good a place as any to start pushing myself forward again. After all, Mama Mick was a great pusher. She pushed me into this world and pushed me everyday there after. Needless to say, it was not always the trait that I most admired about her. In fact – for many years, she was not my most favorite person. It was only when I became a wife and mother myself that I began to understand her a little bit more and love her as much as I had always loved my dad.
“Honor your father and your mother, that your days may be prolonged in the land which the LORD your God gives you” (Exodus 20:12)
My Grandma McCaskey was named Ruth. My mom was named Ruth. Is it any wonder that one of the first Bible stories my mom told me as she tucked me into bed was about Ruth the Moabitess? According to Jewish traditions, this story is often used for gentiles as they seek to enter the Jewish religion. Like Ruth, they leave their region that they know so well, traditions passed down from one generation to another and friends/families that have encircled them for years to become a member of something that is built on some abstracts called faith and love.
“Where you go, I will go, and where you lodge, I will lodge. Your people shall be my people, and your God, my God” (Ruth 1:16).
Parents are our first physical example of God’s love for us. As often happens in this fallen world, some parents don’t do a very good job at this, but for the most part, we grow up happy, content and ready to raise our own families the same way. We draw a circle around us and smile. =)
Today I heard from my four children and quite a few of my “kids” that I have “mothered” throughout the years. I am “blessed more than I deserve” to quote Dave Ramsey. And…I am thankful that I had several “moms” in my life that helped me become the mom I am – Grandma Mac, Mama Mick, Helen Kaufman, Aunts on all sides of the family, and all those fabulous Loudonville Teacher/Moms who continually pushed me as if I was one of their own.
It is easy to SAY, “I love you” —- it is much harder to put all that love into action and push it forward into the world that surrounds us. “…Please let me go to the field and glean among the ears of grain after one in whose sight I may find favor…’” Ruth 2:2 That is the true meaning of Mother’s Day…honoring those who have come before us by giving birth, pushing the new generation out and into the world, picking up those who have fallen, so that the world might continue to understand the love of Our Father for His children. Love – Mercy – Grace –