“She considereth a field and buyeth it: with the fruit of her hands she planteth a vineyard” – Prov 31:16
I was thinking about my mom and how the things she planted early in my life are starting to bear fruit now. Much like a gardener, our moms have to work without visible confirmation of their labor. They plant with the hope that it will grow, they tend to us for a long time before fruit ever appears. They try to protect us from the harsher elements of life, enrich our lives, and sometimes entrust us to others care for a season. But there comes a point where they have done all they can and must trust God to give the increase. They live on the faith that if they train us up in the way we should go, in the end we will not depart from it.
Our family might have stopped after my older brother and I were born. My parents realized the awesome responsibility of bringing another person into the world; could they risk the chance that one of us might not follow the Lord? But because my parents knew they could face uncertain days because He lives. Through my parents faith I am privileged to know Stacie, Lori, Brian, David, Timothy and Katie, and to have briefly met Paul.
Here at school I have seen over and over the impact that my mom has had on my life. It may have taken a long time for this flower to bloom, and this plant to bear the fruit of her labors, but her work may now be made manifest and even extend to others she may not even know.
Give her of the fruit of her hands, and let her own works (me) praise her in the gates.
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