From The Desk of David

Dear Mom,

To say I don’t know where to start would be an understatement. Words will never come close to capturing how much you have impacted my life. This letter is an ode to just that. Ad it is my flawed and imperfect attempt to tell you just how much you mean to me.

From before life’s first cry, the odds were stacked against me—the world screamed that I wasn’t good enough for you and Dad. They said that my circumstances were in violation of life’s supposed law of karma—the law that states bad things only happen to bad people. My circumstances were in violation of their unfounded rules of life. But you knew differently, you knew that life doesn’t discriminate in its foul treatment of us. But more importantly, you held fast to the truth that there is a God who doesn’t make mistakes and He orchestrates all things for the good of those who love Him. Your deathly grip on those truths forged the very beginning of my understanding of who The Lord is. Even before I took my first breath, you taught me how to hold to hope.

But then, little did anyone know the fight for life was only beginning. Your fortitude would leak on to me. As you held me, tears pouring down my tiny face, you breathed. Each of your exhales became my inhales. You exhaled hope. I would breathe in hope. It was a glorious exchange. We would exchange hope, fortitude, and joy. I would give you my pain and you would give me back hope. You were there by my side as each and every trial was endured. You walked by my side and supported me as I overcame numerous obstacles.

Modern day society would say that a good mother is a woman who births, then feeds, cleans after, and cares for all their needs. Today’s mothers would give what society calls, “a good life.” This “good life” is normally filled all the earthy pleasures that a child could fathom. But you gave me something more. You gave me directions to the One who gives Eternal Life and that is far more valuable.

Are you perfect? No. But then again, who of us is? Not anyone. For the past nineteen years, you’ve been a searchlight for me—shining brightest when I was in the darkest of place. You have stood in the gap for me, devoting countless hours in prayer for me, my future, and my heart. This letter doesn’t do justice to the love, appreciation, and care I have for you. Happy Mother’s Day, Mom.

All my Love,

David