The Beauty

 

IMG_3650The screen and keyboard blur as my eyes fill with tears. Words fail me. Stories elude me. Only salty stains streak my face as I think about my mom. It’s her birthday today: 80 years young.

I realize that every child who knows a mother’s love, knows beauty.

But my mom’s beauty?  Well, it’s remarkable. She’s always been physically stunning, but the love and encouragement poured out by my mom to each person she meets is beyond the beautiful ordinary.

Her defining Faith,
Her pervading kindness,
Her ever-present gentleness,
Her genuine humility,
Her inventive creativity,
Her wise instruction,
Her servant-leadership, 

Her quick smile,
Her easy laugh,
Her compassionate heart,
Her tender tears,
Her soft spirit,
Her fierce grace and

Her authentic, freely given, over-flowing, self-sacrificial love,
impacts every room she graces.

The words written in Proverbs truly do describe you, Mom:

Who can find a truly excellent woman? One who is superior in all that she is and all that she does?
    Her worth far exceeds that of rubies and expensive jewelry.
She inspires trust, and her husband’s heart is safe with her,
    and because of her, he has every good thing.
Every day of her life she does what is best for him,
    never anything harmful or hurtful.
Delight attends her work and guides her fingers…
She wraps herself in strength, carries herself with confidence,
    and works hard, strengthening her arms for the task at hand.
She tastes success and knows it is good,
    and under lamplight she works deep into the night…
She reaches out to the poor and extends mercy to those in need…
Clothed in strength and dignity, with nothing to fear,
    she smiles when she thinks about the future.
She conducts her conversations with wisdom,
    and the teaching of kindness is ever her concern…
Her children rise up and bless her.
    Her husband, too, joins in the praise, saying:
“There are someindeed many—women who do well in every way,
    but of all of them only you are truly excellent.”
Charm can be deceptive and physical beauty will not last,
     but a woman who fears the Lord is to be praised.
Honor her for all that her hands have done,
and let her works bring her praise.

We honor you today, mom. May your heart be full!
Love you.

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