In honor of Mother’s Day, I am rerunning a previous blog from a few years ago.
For those of you who only know me as an adult, this may surprise you, but I was not the easiest child to raise. I tended to find trouble if it could be found. As a preschooler, I became well acquainted with the ruler my mother used as a “spanking stick”. Even in my early school years, I drove some teachers crazy. Mostly it was due to excess energy and not mean-spiritedness. My fourth grade teacher had me write, “I will not talk”, thousands of times.
But all the way through my life, I never got into serious trouble. It was not because of anything in me that tried to avoid it. It just seems that, other than breaking a few windows, I never ventured far down the road toward juvenile delinquency. I broke curfew and had a few minor auto accidents, but that was about all.
And for years, I wondered why I was so protected. Don and I did some dangerous stuff as children and he ended up with some serious bumps and bruises. But other than having our tonsils out and my cutting the end of my thumb off in shop class, I did not see the inside of a hospital, even to this day, seventy years after my birth.
Then one day, years after my father died, my mother said something in passing that answered that question. She did not say it as some great revelation, but to me it was the key all my wondering. She said, “You know that from the minute we knew you were conceived, your father and I prayed for you every day.” And then she went on to some other subject and never mentioned it again. And I am sure she continued to do so until the day she died. I know they did the same for Don and Barb.
So that was the reason. It should not have come as a surprise to me, but it did. I knew my parents loved me and I knew they had great faith in the value of prayer. But somehow, until that moment, I had not realized how much.
I am sure there are parents who read this who have been faced with difficulties with your children, either physically or spiritually. But don’t give up praying for them. It works. I am living proof.