If you have a good mom, a good dad, or step-mom or dad, then one day I can tell you, with certainty, they will become a saint. Yes, that woman who would not let you date the love of your life. The dad who refused to buy you that sports car. They will become saints. How do I know this? Well, because my mom, my dad and my step-dad have all become saints, at least to me.
Time has taught me that they were amazing people. Every day they got up and handled one of the most difficult jobs in this world – raising me. I was taught everything I know because each one poured into my life. As I have gotten older, and hopefully a bit wiser, I have discovered that the person I am is because of the people who my parents were. Of course, there were other things that had an influence in my life – but not half as much as the people who first welcomed me into this world. Even my biological father, who I didn’t really know until I was much older, had a profound and happy impact on my life. Despite the fact that on many occasions I was certain that I was much wiser than any of them; time taught me I wasn’t. Time has also taught me that they would not be here forever. That was the hardest lesson I have learned from them.
Thankfully, they all left me with one very important gift. Hope. I can still hear my mom praying every night before bed. I can see her in my mind’s eye jumping and praising God. My dad who raised me (step-dad I suppose, but I hate that word) was a bit more reserved, but his faith was quiet and strong. I remember at eighteen years old opening his wallet that the hospital staff gave me after his death – and there in the folds of that well-worn leather, was tucked a prayer that he kept with him. Just a simple declaration of his trust and faith in God. My biological dad surprised me when he registered in the hospital and declared himself a Christian. Which was a miracle in itself since he had declared himself an atheist at one time. I can still see him beaming as the Pastor came for a visit.
So now, I am here without them. And the more time that goes by, the more I realize how important they were. I am grateful I know how to brush my teeth, make my bed – be kind to others. They taught me how to live in this world – and they prepared me for the next. They each gave me a map to follow that leads straight to the heart of God. They taught me how to pray.
I encourage you all today; share your faith, your prayers, your worship songs with your children. One day they will be an older woman (or man) sitting at a keyboard writing a little blog about how you gifted them with the knowledge of God and His eternal plan. They will be on God’s path – because you drew them the map.