It’s a delight to post this blog at this time.
Many years ago my Mum was a big fan of my work. She would notice how many different ideas I would make a note of and encourage me to keep these. She saw me take part in school plays and encouraged me to keep it up. Basically she was a big fan of my work. And who can blame her, right?
Now you might say to yourself well that’s what you would expect from a mother. But my Mum was and is a great supporter of me. I am grateful for that. There were three of us in the house and we had our different personalities and dispositions. My Mum and my sister became great friends because of their ability to connect and mutually support each other as my sister reached adulthood. My Mum and my brother enjoy a solid relationship because she knows he’s a reliable and responsible man who has learnt to stand on his own two feet.
That left me who was accused of being her favourite because I was her firstborn son and reminded her of another family member. There were even accusations that I was indulged by her as a result. Obviously these accusations I strenuously deny (however true they may be). Yet on a day like today I don’t care about those accusations. I can boldly proclaim that yes my Mum loves me a lot. I am her baby even after all these years.
It’s also good to know that in all the ups and downs she still loves me. Still prays for me. Still worries about me. She exhibits qualities of strength and compassion that I even see reflected in my firstborn daughter. (It really must skip a generation!) I am glad to be the beneficiary of her incredibly boundless love and affection. For all the things I’ve endured in life, it’s examples of resilience like hers that allows me to know for sure that Jesus is real and He really loved my Mum to grant her such a noble character.
It’s particularly good to know that she’s still is a big fan of my work. And who can blame her, right?
For His Name’s Sake
Shalom
C. L. J. Dryden
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