a praying mum

my mum is staying with us at the moment - baby-sitting me. Every morning she has a routine of waking up and worshipping the LORD. I can hear her from my room singing and praying.

I wonder how many times my mother's prayers covered my steps as I was growing up. The power of a praying mum - only the LORD knows. I am grateful for her worshipping heart and as I am about to become a mum, I know that this is something I want to emulate, in my own way.

Even now she prays for each of us. Her generation grew up with this prayful attitude handed down to them from their parents. It works for her and helps her to draw near to the LORD. I am blessed because of her prayers over the years. It's a blessing I want to pass on to my child.

We don't agree on a lot of things and my ways are more my Dad's ways than my mum's. Even our beliefs and how we practice these are poles apart. But she has a quality that I greatly admire - what she says is what she does. She knows what she believes, right or wrong, she steps out in faith. She's not double-minded and is not easily swayed by new practices or people.
She does not change with the wind.

So even though we disagree or I don't like what she does sometimes, I admire her faithfulness to what she thinks is right.

I admire people who don't think like me, who challenge me, who make me step back and think about what I truly believe. I don't have to agree with them to admire them. Give me people who speak the truth over diplomacy any day.