A Memory of My Mother

Last month my mother passed away. She was 90.

Mothers affect their children in tremendous ways and there’s not enough space to articulate how my mother affected me, but I would like to share one memory of my mother that significantly changed my life.

It was 1966 and I was 9 years old and I was horsing around with my brother as all sibling boys do and at one point in my wise guy boasting, I told my brother not to mess with me because, “I AM GOD!”  It was my attempt to invoke my feeling of superiority over him.

Well my mom who was in the room, quickly cut in with a sense of urgency and said, “DON’T SAY THAT!”

That was all she said.

She was basically telling me that I should not kid around like that and proclaiming myself to be God was not a good thing.

Well, it worked and I did shut up.

Before that I had never given God any mind or thought. Our family never went to church and I had never heard much about Him from anyone, so I didn’t know anything about God. But with her words she made me very aware, very quickly that God was real. He was there, He heard me and He knew me.

It was then that I understood that God was real and at that moment, I felt the presence of God for the first time.

After that I stepped cautiously with regard to what I thought and said about God. It wasn’t until years later in my teenage years that our family moved to another state and we began to attend a church. It was there that I learned about God and I came to understand that He loved me and wanted to be a partner with me in my life.

But it would not have been possible had it not been for my mother who planted the seed so many years ago that first opened my eyes to the fact that God is real.

It is one of the best memories I have of my mother.

© 2019 Edrick

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