The Mother Inside

Many times my mom stood up for me, protected me, and loved me even when no one else would. She would always try to identify with my pain, even if I brought it upon myself.

About 6:00 A.M. on a Wednesday morning James Lawson of Running Springs, California (in the San Bernardino mountains) left home to apply for a job. About an hour later his thirty-six-year-old wife Patsy left for her fifth grade teaching job down the mountain in Riverside--accompanied by her two children, five-year-old Susan and two-year-old Gerald--to be dropped off at the baby-sitter’s. Unfortunately, they never got that far. Eight and a half hours later the man found his wife and daughter dead in their wrecked car, upside down in a cold mountain stream. His two-year-old son was just barely alive in the forty-eight-degree water. But in that death the character of a mother was revealed in a most dramatic and heart-rending way. For when the father scrambled down the cliff to what he was sure were the cries of his dying wife, he found her locked in death, holding her little boy’s head just above water in the submerged car. For eight and a half hours Patsy Lawson had held her beloved toddler afloat and had finally died, her body almost frozen in death in that position of self-giving love, holding her baby up to breathe. She died that another might live. That’s the essence of a mother’s love.

--James S. Hewett, Illustrations Unlimited (Wheaton: Tyndale House Publishers, Inc, 1988), p. 375.

From "Bold Love" page 5 by Max Lucado. http://www.maxlucado.com/pdf/boldlove.pdf

December 7, 1988. Susanna Petroysan went to her sister in laws house, Katrine, to try on a dress. The floor opened and then fell 5 stories into the basement of a 9-story apartment. Gayaney was thirsty. Susanna found a 24 ounce jar of blackberry jam, it was gone by the second day. She was waiting to die, and she would fall asleep, but her daughter would wake her. She heard of an artic explorer. She cut herself. Without that blood her daughter would have died.

There are many things in life that a lady can become. I believe that the highest calling is for a lady to develop that seed and be a mother. Regardless of being a parent, have a mother’s heart. If you don’t have children, find some that need a mother and be that mother to them.

In the story before a loving parent cut her hand and bled so that her child could have life. Jesus cut his hand, and bled so that we can have eternal life.