My mom...well to put it simply, if you look up "mom" in the dictionary, you will find my mom's picture there. She is the mom that every kid loves and even as an adult, my friends adopt her. She is quiet yet strong, sweet yet not mushy. She's the mom that you just know is always there for you without her saying a word. She doesn't judge but always has advice if you want to ask.
Her most amazing spiritual gift is being able to quietly sit in the background and know who everyone is at church, what their spiritual gifts are, who is well suited for various church offices or volunteer positions, who needs a hug, or who needs to know that the church is happy they are part of it.
Mom always had dinner ready on Friday night for the family to bring in the Sabbath together. She made our clothes because we didn't have much money and we never realized we were poor because we were so loved that we were rich beyond comprehension.
When we were young (I'm the middle of 3 girls), we lived in Colorado and spent many summer weekends camping or just up in the mountains enjoying God's nature. If it rained, as it often does in the late afternoon in the mountains, we would huddle in the tent while mom read Sam Campbell books. If you don't know who that is, go find his books and read them for yourself or to your children!
Mom didn't grow up Adventist. She became an Adventist about the time I came along, when my dad came back to the church. To be honest, you'd never know she wasn't raised Adventist because she knows so much about the church history, always knows just where to send you for a good EG White reading. God knew just the kind of home to place me in to lead me where He wanted me to be as an adult and it all started with His choice of my parents.
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