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There’s no gift more precious from God to a son or daughter than having a godly mother (Proverbs 31:25-28). For over sixty years, this writer was blessed with having a godly mother who greatly influenced my life for good. She has since gone to be with the Lord, but her Christian influence and example still loudly speaks to me today (2 Timothy 1:5 ; Titus 2:3-4; Hebrews 11:4).
My mother was a woman of great integrity and high moral values, instilling in me a sense of doing what is right, no matter what the outcome. Not only was she my mother, she was my best friend, and when I visited her from time to time, we would talk about anything and everything — I sorely miss that verbal interaction with her.
But the one thing I miss the most, is another opportunity to hug my mother. When I would visit her, her arms would open wide to hug me and mine to hug her. There’s just something about the act of hugging, that brings two people closer together, showing a natural affection of loving and caring about another human being. In fact, research shows that hugging gives a child a feeling of self-esteem and self-worth — a sense of abiding security in an insecure world.
Brethren and friends, if you’ve been blessed by still having your mom with you, have you hugged her today? If you haven’t, please do so at every opportunity, because one day, she will no longer be around to hug. Treasure those times when you and your mom are drawn closer to one another through the simple act of hugging.
May the Lord richly bless all Moms this Mother’s Day, and may you as their child, express your tender love, care, and affection for them through the simple act of hugging.
The following poem will hopefully bless you as it has me:
A Mother’s Hug
A child sits at his window
Watching storm clouds in the sky
Knowing that he’s frightened
Not really knowing why
Maybe it’s the thunder
Could be it’s the rain
Maybe it’s the lightning
Mirrored on the window pane
But it really doesn’t matter
What fears the day may bring
If you’re safe and snug in a mother’s hug
You can face most anything
So soon the smiles of childhood
Turn Into teenage frowns
It seems so much of growing up
Consists of falling down
And through those painful middle years
I soon would come to know
The kind of pain that hurts the most
Is the kind that doesn’t show
Now children do get older
But a child they still remain
Childish fears of darkness
Give way to worldly pain
Maybe it’s the sadness
When you lose someone you know
Maybe it’s the grief that comes
From reaping what you sow
But it really doesn’t matter
What fears the day may bring
When you’re safe and snug in a mother’s hug
You can face most anything
Now I still look out those windows
At storm clouds in the sky
At hopes and fears and joys and tears
Of many years gone by
And I thank God for the blessing
Of allowing me to be
The one who gives the comfort
When my children come to me
Cause it really doesn’t matter
What fears the day may bring
When you’re safe and snug in a mother’s hug
You can face most anything.
—Susan Brewer
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