What would your mother do? Pray.

What can one mom even do to make a difference?

We moms need to know this.

More of a short series about all the huge little things moms do. It’s not a contest, but let’s all tell about our memories of those little things that mean so much, that only moms know how to do best. ❤

My mom was very, very private about her spiritual life.

I did not even know she had one, actually,

I think she always sort of believed that was between her and God.

pexels-photo-110874.jpegHowever, on the day I came to her and grumbled that the rain outdoors was keeping me from playing out there, I learned.

I remember it like yesterday. I don’t know how old I was, but I was tall enough that the washing machine top came to my shoulders.

I remember we were in the laundry room when I grumbled, and my mom was right there, hearing. This is what she said:

Kathy, I don’t ever want to hear you complaining about the rain. We need rain badly and I prayed for this rain. And now we have some and we are very happy.

Well, that got my attention.

I remember feeling uncomfortable about hearing her talk of real prayer with real answers. It really was a sort of confession of her faith, and I would have felt lots better hearing it if I’d had another grown-up with me to help me carry the heavy load of my mom’s answered prayers.

I felt too little to hear such grown-up things.

But I grew into it. And now I pray. And I never complain about the weather.

What about you? Did your mother pray? Do you know what she prayed for? Was she private about it?

Published by Katharine

Katharine is a writer, speaker, women's counselor, and professional mom. Happily married over 50 years to the same gorgeous guy. She loves cooking amazing homegrown food, celebrating grandbabies, her golden-egg-laying hennies, and watching old movies with popcorn. Her writing appears at Medium, Arkansas Women Bloggers, Contently, The Testimony Train, Taste Arkansas, Only in Arkansas, and in several professional magazines and one anthology.

14 thoughts on “What would your mother do? Pray.

  1. I was blessed to have a Mama who loved the Lord and let everyone know she did. Mama loved to sing and she had a beautiful voice. We never had air conditioning growing up and I remember coming home from school in the early spring when the windows were opened and hearing her voice from way down the block singing those wonderful old hymns of the faith.

    Mothers, remember your children are watching and learning by everything you do. Even if they act like they don’t see or hear you. Happy Mother’s Day!

    1. Amen, DiAne! They are always watching, and you never know what they might remember!
      What a gift your mother gave you, by singing at top voice with the windows open! My mom also sang, but only in the choir and in worship. She was a great alto and I learned music theory by sitting next to her in church, and could sing in parts when I was ten, just because of the exposure.
      I forgot that gift. Thanks for the reminder! ❤

  2. Reblogged this on DiAne Gates and commented:
    Wonderful blog! Take the time to stop and think about your Mom and the heritage she gave you. Remember God selected just the right Mom for you…a Mom who would instill the characteristics He knew you would need for your life.

  3. Although my mother did not get saved until I was an adult, I praise God that she did get saved even then, and that I will see her again. My dad too. Thank you Jesus.

  4. I love the simplicity of this reminder, Katherine! Like many, I learned way more from what I saw my mother do than what I heard her say. I appreciate DiAnne sharing this with us!

    1. Thanks so much for this kind comment, Shel, and WELCOME to Home’s Cool! 🙂
      I agree–it is the simple things that mean so much. Good thing it is that anyone can have the simpler things. DiAne is so kind, too, one of the simpler things, right?

  5. I honestly didn’t know much about my mom’s spiritual life either. Not until Daddy was diagnosed with cancer, when her childlike faith spilled out into regular email updates to all her closest family and friends along the journey. She and I never talked much. At all. Then, when her heart started spilling out, my heart was touched. My mom does not have a “sophisticated” faith, so she doesn’t deal with Pharisee-ism. Unlike me.

    She shares her journey much more openly now, but I know there are tender moments between her and the Lord which she keeps close to her own heart. I think I’ve learned more about what Faith really means in the past few years, especially in the 18 months since Daddy went Home.

    1. And how often it has gone that way for me, Tiff! My trailer gets tipped and all the dishes start spilling out. Ha. That’s what we always called it, and I do not even remember why. 🙂 It just seems that life on this earth is not all rosy and that’s when we learn how wide and deep and tall God’s provisions really are. ❤

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