Not everyone is as blessed as I am!
I say that with all sincerity. One of my mothers chose me. The other two I chose! And let no one say that when you got married, you didn’t choose your mothers-in-law.
Yes, you did!
The mother who chose me from birth is currently in the last breaths of her days. She is the one who compassionately instructed me in God, grace and giving. I love to find ways to serve others, because she was always a servant.
My first wife’s mother chose to live with a man who was godly – whose family background was messy but whose heart was pure. She exhibits tenacious love for each of her children – yet with allowance for each of their giftings. I am blessed that she has kept me in her thoughts and prayers for the many years I have known her.
My second wife’s mother, from her earliest days chose to exhibit strength. She was a career woman with a gifted husband, raising five unique children. I walked into a family where my brothers and sisters include a community figure (though now dead, she still affects a wide circle), a lawyer, an accountant, a churchwoman/mother/community organizer, and a professional painter. Those who are married brought with them a doctor, a successful business man, a retreat center organizer (besides being a marvelous cook, church secretary, and hostess) and a pastor. She has let me be me, while not feeling shy about giving well meaning advice.
Now you know the rest of the story. There is a reason I feel so blessed this morning as I reflect on each of my mothers.
BTW: I am just starting to extol their virtues. If you have a few hours, I’d be glad to sit down with you and regale you with the fortune I have found in my mothers.