A Tribute To My Mothers Character

My dad used to make ends meet by driving our Amish friends around for their errands. One day, he left the house without any cash or food.

It’s hard to imagine now, but there was a time when people didn’t carry phones everywhere. That thought—my dad out there with no money and no way to contact him—really bothered my mom. She had to do something about it.

She drove 50 minutes to Berlin, Ohio, where the Amish were attending a church seminar. When she arrived, his van wasn’t there. So she drove to the nearby Christian bookstore and walked inside.

As my dad tells it: “I could sense someone standing behind me, and then I felt a hand on my shoulder.”

“I couldn’t stand the thought of you being hungry,” my mom said. “So I brought you some money for food.”

After they had lunch together, she got back in her car and drove home.

That moment says two things about my mother: she knew my dad and didn’t need to know where he was to know where to find him, and she loved him enough to drive two hours just to make sure he wasn’t hungry.

To me, it’s a remarkable story that describes my mom's character, but to a woman reading this story, I imagine that it won't be remarkable, just familiar.

P.s. I hope my mother doesn’t read this, so don’t draw attention to it:) 

Happy Mother's Day. 

Bless You. 

Pastor