You spent night after night pacing the floors, weeping and praying for me. Little did I understand how much I was breaking your heart. I was young and foolish. Yet you loved me anyway. It's the kind of love that only a mom knows.
The day came when all your prayers were answered. What a joyful day that was for you and for me. I have never let go of my Fathers Hand. Some days He has carried me. But every prayer you prayed for me has been answered, more than you could ask or dream for.
Now it's my time to carry the torch. I pace the floors crying and praying. Sometimes I am face down on the floor allowing the Holy Spirit to intercede for no words will come, moaning in prayer to my Father. Feeling pain beyond any I have ever known. I am sure you did the very same thing for me. I'm sure your pain was as deep as mine.
Because you prayed, because you never gave up, that is my legacy now. Because you loved unconditionally, I will love unconditionally.
I am confident in this. I will see the day of victory just like you did. I will be amazed and give Him all the glory just like you did. I cannot wait for that day. At times my heart feels weak and faint. But I will keep on keeping on, loving unconditionally, praying without ceasing, and never losing faith.
For with God, nothing is impossible. You taught me that. I've watched you live that life. I will follow in your footsteps as long as I have breath. I will always believe, allow the Spirit to intercede when the pain is unbearable, and know that I know that I will see the day when God will answer my prayers bigger and better than I could ever imagine. Joy. Pure joy. Rejoicing, just as you did, for your child had come home.
I love you more than you know, Mama.
