The Universal Mommy

Yesterday I sat in a little street cafe in Paris having dinner. Besides me there was a mother and her two children. There was a little girl who may have been six or seven and a little boy who looked to be about five. 

The two children sat having the best time playing with their newly acquired toys from their fast food meal. In the mist of their delight they chattered away aimlessness and took total delight in emerging themselves into a world of make believe that children of that age do so well.

Meanwhile the mother managed the realistic things that all mothers manage. When it was time to go she nudged the children in fluent French that it was time to pack up their belongings and prepare to leave. Of course this saddened the two who were totally engaged in magnificent game of marching their little toys across the table.

As the mother gave each child directions her tone of voice indicated that she wanted a little more speed added to the process. Keeping in mind that I do not speak French there were no hinderances in my ability to understand what she wanted her children to do.

Mommies have a way of connecting to way of connecting to each other that surpasses language. I sat and watched as she reminded the children not to leave their belongings, to pick up their trash and to stay together by holding hands.

Before they left she straightened her daughter's clothing and took both children by the hand before leaving for their next venture in the city of Paris.

The language of motherhood is the same all over the world. We speak the simple language of nurturing, concern and sometimes frustration, but regardless  of the language we stand united as one when it comes to our children.

Blessings

As I sat in my hotel room in Paris at four in the morning unable to sleep listening to the soft purr of my friend fast asleep in the bed besides me I began to realize that once again God had awaken me to share His thoughts with me. It's the day after my fourth ninth birthday and He wants to recap a few of the highlights both the triumphs and the struggles.

We often have these early morning discussions. They are usually the types of conversations that are one way,

God speaks and I ponder in my mind the meaning. The variation comes in the length of time that the pondering last. Sometimes God leaves me pondering his words until he gives me a practical application that untangles me and opens my eyes for his clear vision. This can be anywhere from a day to a week.

However, today there was no pondering, God's words were clear and untangled in both my heart and in my head. My life has been one of victory and blessings.

God has given me many blessings that have come in the form of friends, like the one that so soundly sleeps in Paris, and a husband who loves me more than words can utter. 

I have been privileged to be honored with many victories, a daughter who graduated from school with honors who is finding her way in the world and coming to see God for herself, a blossoming career doing what I love and the opportunity to travel and see the other side of the world.

I enjoy these early morning discussions, they are God's gentle reminder that is just for me about how victorious and blessed I am.