The True Kindred of Jesus

While he was still speaking to the crowds, his mother and his brothers were standing outside, wanting to speak to him. Someone told him, “Look, your mother and your brothers are standing outside, wanting to speak to you.” But to the one who had told him this, Jesus replied, “Who is my mother, and who are my brothers?” And pointing to his disciples, he said, “Here are my mother and my brothers! For whoever does the will of my Father in heaven is my brother and sister and mother.”

My heaven sent: Mothers.

Church of England Nun, from New Zealand, and she taught me: Discernment. 1963, for several weeks.

Janet; my older sister by 9 years, my mother, from early childhood to, early puberty; these precious years when a girl needs a mother the most, and she taught me; how to read, and write, and basic arithmetic, and: Selflessness. 1966 – 1975.

Ester and Marge; 2 mothers, one during the day with my first job, and the other for my home life after work, both taught me: The Gifts of Generosity, and Loving ALL people, no matter what Faith they are. 1979 – 1981.

Erin; my daughter and we would both interchange mother and daughter relationship, and why not? We are after all: Almighty God’s peculiar people, and she taught me: Endurance, Grace, and especially: Love. 1987 – 1992.

Lorraine; my adopted teenage daughter from India, and she taught me: Humility, and Kindness. 1994 – 1995/6. Just under 18 months.

Nora: my mother from New Zealand and she studied; the Holy Bible with me, praying for each other, and: Holy prayers for ALL of Christ’s people. 1998 – 2002.

I thank my Lord Jesus and my Father in heaven for these; good mothers, whom He sent to help, and guide me; during my darkest times.

They are all now sleeping, awaiting the Triumphal return of our Lord Jesus, they will be of the first raised up.

And: Mercy, Almighty God’s Mercies are new every morning.

His Mercies endure forever, for Great is His Faithfulness.

Mercy, that He sent His only begotten Son, who cleansed me of all sin

After dawns first light, as the sun awakens, the ground shrouded in a thick blanket of fog after a long, and cold, bitter winter’s night.

I am so very Grateful for my many: Blessed mothers I have been given, even for just a short season/s. Amen.