My mom sang to me—she still does—and my desire is to share her songs with others. Funny thing is, Mom doesn’t think she can carry a tune. What she doesn’t seem to understand is the song she sings is her life. No, she’s not perfect, but she is the awesome and beautiful person God made her to be, and throughout her life she has shared her song with the world around her.
One of my favorite songs is, You Raise Me Up as sung by Celtic Woman, and each time I hear it I think of the wonderful mother God blessed me with. I think of the song her life is and in my heart I thank her for raising me. For you see, she didn’t just train me in the way I should go and help me to be who I am, she raised me up with her prayers—all my life—and placed me on God’s shoulders. There is no higher place and no place I’d rather be.
Thank you, Mom!
Thank you, God!