14 Now a certain woman named Lydia heard us. She was a seller of purple from the city of Thyatira, who worshiped God. The Lord opened her heart to heed the things spoken by Paul. 15 And when she and her household were baptized, she begged us, saying, “If you have judged me to be faithful to the Lord, come to my house and stay.” So she persuaded us. (Acts 16:14-15).
My Mom worked hard during her working years, sometimes ten hours a day in an electronics factory. She put together precision gauges used by the Air Force to test planes.
Then, she came home and worked harder for all of us. She truly earned the label supermom. The house looked spotless all the time. Our meals tasted delicious. Her gardens brightened the neighborhood. At various stages of our family's development, she served as a Girl Scout Leader, a Cub Scout Den Mother, ran the baseball league concession stand, etc. She served her church tirelessly.
At one point or another, she tried every job in the church from women's society (missions) leader to Official Board Chairman. She taught fourth grade Sunday school for twenty years. If anyone vaguely connected to the Methodist Church died, she helped with or organized the funeral dinner. And she did it all with love, so much love.
A farm girl from Indiana, she traveled far in her adventures: to the New York World's Fair in 1964, the Charismatic Renewal Conference in Kansas City in 1977, Israel, India, Japan, Korea, Kenya, UK to name just a few. She rode elephants and patted giraffes on the nose.
Whenever we went to the store or to a nearby mall, someone stopped us and hugged my mom. She loved people through birthday cards, through encouraging notes and through phone calls. No matter how lost in sin one of us appeared, she kept the faith one day we would return to the fold. As she just continued to pray and love us, she knew good things would happen. She trusted God that much. People paid her back by speaking highly of her over and over.
Sometimes, she broke down and cried because she thought she might have failed in one way or another. Jesus comforted her and the rest of us also tried to reassure her that no one could be doing more. She sometimes stopped to sleep six hours during the night, but only if all her work was done.
Her body held out almost until she reached the age of 90. When she passed away a few years ago, she left a mighty big hole in the world. The best any of us can do is try to fill that void with all the love we can muster.
Happy Mothers Day to all the working supermoms out there. You are making a big difference in your world. There is no way to get it all done, but if you keep trying, you can do a lot.