Another Mother Post
That's what happens when your mother's birthday always falls in the week following Mother's Day. We have a whole week of being reminded to step back and reflect an how amazing Mother of Me is. I don't need just the week to remind me. For I remember on my own when I go to work. When I sing. When I hear/sing "I Stand All Amazed." When I play the piano. When I read. When I hear my mother's laugh come out of me. When I think of Nauvoo. When I hear a story from Church History. When someone talks about Seminary. When I see a stuffed toy sheep. When someone talks about their hearing aids. When I put my contacts in. When I take the effort to dress well. When I study the scriptures. When I live the Gospel.
Every day I find something in my life that reminds me of the amazing mother I shall have for eternity. I don't deserve her. And she certainly didn't deserve the hell (yes, hell) that I put her through as when I was a child and even worse when I was a teenager. But I told you my mother is amazing. She loved me in spite of it. She somehow held on to patience. She didn't leave me, abandon me, forsake me, or anything--even though countless times I'm sure I deserved that.
One of the greatest ways I have been able to come to know my Savior is because my mother has done her best to be a type of Him, and to give Christlike love to me. And I think she succeeds pretty well at that.
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