Moms and Wednesday Night Prayer Meeting

All that I am, or hope to be, I owe to my angel mother. Abraham Lincoln

My mother had a great deal of trouble with me, but I think she enjoyed it. Mark Twain

It was on a Wednesday evening in October of 2011 that I received the news: My mother had been diagnosed with lung cancer. One of the sweetest women that you could ever hope to know - a woman who never smoked - had a cancer growing in her lungs.

About two hours later I was at Wednesday Night Prayer Meeting with the church. Two of our young mothers were there. One was wrestling with her one year old and the other was wrestling with her two year old. I didn't have to ask what they were thinking - it had to be the same thing that all young mothers have thought who have wrestled with their little ones throughout time: "Why do I even bother?"

And it brought to mind my own mother. While Dad always attended both Sunday services with the family, it was Mom who made sure that we were at Bible classes and the worship each Wednesday evening, without fail. She had three kids who were six years apart. That equates to about ten solid years of "Wednesday Night Wrestling". She had to have wondered (especially during my youth) "Why do I even bother?" But Mom knew... she knew that she was not merely passing time - she was raising servants of God!

And so on the night I received the news, as I watched these two champions of faith wrestling with their little ones, and as I thought about my own mother, I could only be struck by how truly blessed these two toddlers are. And as I think about my own mother, knowing what she has been through and now what she must surely be facing, I am comforted in the knowledge that she is prepared.

You see, my mother has been preparing all of her life. She is prepared now, by the grace of God, because she has been faithful. She is receiving, and will continue to receive, strength from her Heavenly Father who loves her more than words can describe. And, to a smaller degree, she has been toughened through years of wrestling with one rambunctious little boy. A little boy who has grown up, finally, to be a man who appreciates just a bit more the woman who sacrificed so much to make him a servant of our Lord. This, dear friends, is why moms bother.

My Mom's name is Linda. After two rounds of chemo and countless rounds of prayers - many by some of you who are reading this right now - and by the grace of God... my dear mother appears to be cancer free. What can we say except thank you and we love you. 

Isn't God good!

Her children arise and call her blessed; her husband also, and he praises her. Many women do noble things, but you surpass them all. Charm is deceptive, and beauty is fleeting, but a woman who fears the Lord is to be praised.

Proverbs 31:28-30, NIV