This year my Pastor asks me, of all people to get up and speak to our congregation about my mother. Was he crazy? I kept asking myself this question. I don't even like Mother's Day! I kept telling myself over and over. He asked me on Friday and I pleaded with God all weekend. My plan was to call him and tell him he chose the wrong person, but I never did. I got up Sunday, having no idea what I would say when he called on me.
I could speak of many things about my mother. She is an amazing woman of God, and there is a strong Godly heritage in our family. As I got up there, the tears tried to flow, but I held it together. I spoke of her mountain moving faith and told a story of her and Colt that I knew would make me smile. She prayed Joey and I through many circumstances when we physically and spiritually didn't have the strength to pray. On this Mother's Day, I stood and honored my Mother. I was finally able to set aside my selfish heartache and celebrate her.
All the children handed out roses to their Mother's at church. I received an extra rose from the son of a special friend also. After church we went to the cemetery and put the roses on Colt's headstone. In front of his headstone there was a huge craw fish hole so the kids decided to try to catch one. I have to say it was a pretty sweet day. We celebrated with a cookout at our house that evening. A fantastic ending to a fantastic day.
*Not the greatest pictures taken with my iPhone.