She didn’t have much to give to me growing up
It was her love for her Savior
I inherited from her
No one I know love’s Papa more than she does
I remember her smiling through tears many times
As she would became one, with the bible stories she would share with me
Her face would light up,
explaining to me a scripture, a teaching, a word from her King
Her God became real to me and my family
As we got a glimpse of what He meant to her
One by one
We came to know this King she adored
Early in the morning she would intercede for us
Prayer was her safe place, next to her King
Together they would fight many enemies unseen
Generational curses were cut off
While favour replaced it
We would get the prize
While she wore the scars
Of laying it all down and paying the price
Her love for His word took me places,
that I have never been
Seen through her teary eyes
I had to believe
In a God that I could not see
but only felt through her deep love for Him
She gave me the greatest gift
A mom can give her children
To love God with all her strength and to cling to His Word
She transfered His love onto all that she come into contact with
Religion was out by the door
She embraced intimacy with her King
She was enslaved by His passionate love for her
She could not let go
Through her prayers we were brought to our knees
To make the King of her heart
Part of our every move
My fondest memories were watching her worship
She would became one with her King
Oblivious of those around
She would go places I have never discovered
Today my favorite position is to worship and to wait on my King
It will be my greatest reward
If one day my children would look back smiling
Remembering a mom who mirrored God’s grace and heart to them
~ Ebigale Wilson
Thank you to all the moms, mentors, guardians, aunt’s, friends, who still believe that the greatest gift we can give the next generation is a relationship with their Heavenly Father.
Thank you for passing the baton of faith, to your own children and the next generation.
Deuteronomy 11:18-19
Fix these words of mine in your hearts and minds, tie them as symbols on your hands and bind them on your forehead.
Teach them to your children, talking about them when you sit at home and when you walk along the road, when you lie down and when you get up.