A Love Letter to Hannah

What does a mother say to her child who bravely left her family in the pandemic to get married thousand of miles away from home? How does a mom feel when she could not be with her in the journey ahead? Would she be lonely? What if she catch the virus? etc. I guess I chose not to dwell too much on the sad possibilities. Instead I thought of how to embolden and empower her for the journey ahead. God is good. He was with her all the way.

So here’s my love letter to my child – 3 days after she left home. She flew out of the nest on 6/12/20 – literally to be independent as it’s independence day of a country in lockdown! Today is 1/5/2023. I woke and it’s 4:15am. I looked in my files and found this letter which I need to read for myself. I need to apply the lessons for myself this time. As I share it, dear reader, I pray the Holy Spirit touch your heart to be brave and realize what matters most in life!

My dear Han,

You are my first born. You are God’s gift to enroll me in the school of motherhood. A new lesson for me today is letting go of my child and setting her free.

Today as you enter a new milestone in your life, I let go of your hand even as I hold you always in my heart. I pray that the Holy Spirit empower you to be a wife of noble character that God intended you to be. Just as God created Eve to be a helper to Adam, you are to be a helper to Jensen.

I ask that the Lord enable you to bring him good, not harm, all the days of your life. May our almighty God strengthen your arms and hands to work eagerly. May His loving kindness touch your heart to be generous to the poor and needy. May His presence embolden you to step out in faith amidst life’s challenges. May His Spirit grant you a heart of wisdom to make good choices in word and deed. May you laugh at the days to come as His peace covers you in strength and dignity.

Remember charm is deceptive and beauty is fleeting but a woman who fears the Lord is to be praised. May you yearn and work for the words of your master: “Well done, good and faithful servant… enter your master’s happiness.”

Remember to be humble always for
This is what the LORD says:
“Let not the wise boast of their wisdom or the strong boast of their strength or the rich boast of their riches, but let the one who boasts boast about this: that they have the understanding to know me, that I am the LORD, who exercises kindness, justice and righteousness on earth, for in these I delight,” declares the LORD. (Jer. 9:23-24)

Love as God loves you. Forgive as God forgives you. Be gracious as God is gracious to you. Take delight in the things that the Lord delights in. Boast that you know the Lord God who is kind, just and righteous.

Trust in the LORD with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding; in all your ways submit to him, and he will make your paths straight. (Prov. 3:5-6)

Thank you, Lord for listening to the prayers of my heart. I let go and entrust my child into the palm of your loving and righteous right hand. In the precious name of Jesus, Amen.

The Why’s and How’s of Foot-washing

John 13:1-5, 12-17
It was just before the Passover Festival. Jesus knew that the hour had come for him to leave this world and go to the Father. Having loved his own who were in the world, he loved them to the end.
The evening meal was in progress, and the devil had already prompted Judas, the son of Simon Iscariot, to betray Jesus. Jesus knew that the Father had put all things under his power, and that he had come from God and was returning to God; so he got up from the meal, took off his outer clothing, and wrapped a towel around his waist. After that, he poured water into a basin and began to wash his disciples’ feet, drying them with the towel that was wrapped around him.
1When he had finished washing their feet, he put on his clothes and returned to his place. “Do you understand what I have done for you?” he asked them. “You call me ‘Teacher’ and ‘Lord,’ and rightly so, for that is what I am. Now that I, your Lord and Teacher, have washed your feet, you also should wash one another’s feet. I have set you an example that you should do as I have done for you. Very truly I tell you, no servant is greater than his master, nor is a messenger greater than the one who sent him. Now that you know these things, you will be blessed if you do them.

In Jesus’ time, it was customary for people to have their feet washed by servants of the house when they eat together. They wore sandals and their feet get dusty walking from place to place. It was a hospitable gesture for the host to prepare that his guests would have clean feet before dining.

When Jesus had the last supper with his disciples before going to the the cross, they had no servant to wash their feet. So Jesus took off his outer garment, put on a towel around his waist to wash and dry his disciples’ feet – 24 of them. He was their Master. They called him Teacher. Yet, the teacher washed the students’ feet.

Jesus knows who he is. He is the Son of God sent to earth with a mission. He is secure in his identity, his power and purpose (vv. 1, 3). A person of esteemed status who knows his worth does not mind doing the job of the lowly. The Master became the servant because He loved his disciples. He wanted to teach them to love one another. Humility and servitude are essentials to authentic love.

It’s been more than a year that we are without a maid at home. Hubby, our kids and I share house chores. We serve one another in love – taking out the trash, washing dishes, cleaning the toilet, doing laundry. There is one job I do not relish – disposing of dead cockroaches or lizards. 😃 But I love my family. I realized, practice makes perfect. The more I love, the more I get better at serving my family.

In the pandemic, we (our neighbors) decided to take turns giving food to our guards to keep them safe from Covid. And so this gives us (my children and I) opportunities to serve our security guards by preparing and bringing them food.

Today, I might be a mom, an elder sister, an employer or someone in higher authority and status than others. I can imitate Jesus – serve others in love. Feet-washing is humbling. What lowly acts of love do I offer to people around me? How can I brighten a face with a smile and lighten a load from the heart of someone who needs love?

Feet-washing is more than a physical act of service. It comes from a heart of love – love of the Father and love for others. May the love of God and man compel me to serve in humility. I pray the same for you, my friend. Let Jesus inspire you to wash the feet of another today.

Seize the Day

“Tomorrow is never guaranteed to anyone, young or old. Today could be the last time to see your loved ones, which is why you mustn’t wait; do it today, in case tomorrow never arrives. I am sure you will be sorry you wasted the opportunity today to give a smile, a hug, a kiss, and that you were too busy to grant them their last wish.” ~ Garcia Marquez

May 29 was the last Sunday of May in 2016. It was also the last time I talked and prayed with my mother. 🙁 That morning, I went to visit her before going to church. She was lying in bed and very sick. She was weak and could not talk much. My heart was heavy and sad as I knelt by her bed to pray with her.

The next day I flew out of town as Andrew’s aunt and cousin from China were visiting. May 30 was also my last night at Boracay – have not been back, don’t know if I ever would again.

Past midnight, in the wee hours of May 31, when my phone rang, I knew the time had come when I heard my sister’s voice on the phone. That day I flew back to Manila alone. That plane ride seemed to be a long lonely sad one. Did I cry, maybe yes, maybe not? I felt numb and sad at the same time.

Remembering that day is hard for me even now. I miss my mom. How I wish ma and pa were present to celebrate Hannah’s ‘on-hold’ wedding (supposedly 5/24/20 but did not happen).

I was supposedly to be the mother of the bride. It was supposed to be a lifetime celebration – an important milestone in the life of our family. I have hold off writing or pondering on how I felt or thought since our family accepted the fact that the wedding was not going to happen that day.

Few days before that, I wrote about being resilient and gritty in a crisis. I guess that is what our family is doing together – being resilient (being pliable in the Master Potter’s hand) and gritty (holding tight and not giving up).

You are the Potter, we are the clay. Isaiah 64:8

To be resilient is to spring back to form after a hard knockdown. To get up and move forward. To be gritty is to move forward steadily bravely into the unknown future.

Have Thine own way, Lord! Have Thine own way!
Thou art the Potter, I am the clay.
Mold me and make me after Thy will,
While I am waiting, yielded and still.

Tomorrow is never guaranteed to anyone. But today is the present – the gift that the Giver of life extends to each of us – to you and to me.

I don’t know about tomorrow. Today, I can only live life the best I can by the grace and mercy of my God. I don’t know about tomorrow but I know who holds my hand.

I pray that you do too, my friend. Know the God who holds tomorrow. Trust the Potter who created you in His image.

101 on Raising Millennials and a Gen-Z: A Mom’s story

Children are a heritage from the Lord, offspring a reward from him. –Psalm 127:3 (NIV)

In the Chinese tradition, it is important that a son carries on the family name. Being married to an only son, who was raised in a traditional Chinese family, I have learned to be thankful and contented even when I do not have a son.

The Bible teaches us that godliness with contentment is great gain (1 Tim 6:6). When we are content, we are at peace and happy. We cease striving, burning ourselves out in the pursuit of material comfort, power, and affirmation.

I thank God for my girls. When people praised them for their good behavior, academic achievements, and church involvement or, simply, presence, I am gratefully reminded of God’s gifts entrusted to me—my reward from Him. Whatever good other people may see in my girls, it is to God’s credit and glory alone!

What people do not see, however, is just as important. I am accountable to God for who I am, what I say and do as a mother. To be a good mom, I need God’s grace. So, let me share the lessons I learned and am still learning.

First, I cannot teach what I have not learned. I cannot give what I do not have. When I tell my children veggies are good, do they see me eat and enjoy them? If I want them to read the Bible, I must do the same. If I expect them to care for me when I get old, how did I attend to their grandparents? How I am as a daughter/sister-in-law influences the kind of in-laws they will one day be. As a follower of Jesus, do I deny myself, carry my cross, and obey Him daily? My walk validates my talk.

Most life lessons are caught than taught. Children are observant. Their eyes and ears see and hear beyond my ‘lectures.’ What legacies from my parents do I want to pass onto my children?

My mother was a lifelong prayer warrior. I must admit I sorely need to catch up on this. Mom prayed for family, for and with friends, and relatives regularly. I become who I am today because she prayed for me. Do I live my life dependent on God in prayer? What is my first resource when challenges arise? I taught my children to memorize scriptures as my mom taught me. Many verses I memorized are helpful to me today.

Just as I was trained to be a diligent student, I tutored (not tortured) and helped my kids in their studies. At the ripe time, I passed on the duties to Han, then to Abi. They not only became responsible learners, but also served as good examples to Mimi. Academic achievement comes by God’s grace as they do their part.

Practice makes perfect. Habits are formed early in life. It is good to train children while young. They need firm principles and clear boundaries to guide them. As a parent, I teach them to value respect and proper recognition of authority (e.g. obedience). They realized they are under my authority just as I am subjected to God’s sovereignty. As they continue to grow “in wisdom and stature,” I must eventually let go, so they can take flight and be personally accountable to God.

Parenting is not a one-time, single-step journey. When I fail, I learn from my mistakes. When I err, I apologize to my children. The first time was not easy. Swallowing my pride needs practice, especially at times when I assume to know it all. I know I must treat my ego-tripping moments with a heavy dose of Christ’s humility. My children become teachable only when I am.

What values am I passing on to my children? Do they know the Lord and the work that He has done for me, His acts of grace and mercy? Do I recount the blessings and good deeds that God gave in our lives? Do my children know that the most important thing is to love and obey God? What treasures am I passing on to the next generation? Will this wealth last in eternity?

Lord, thank you for parents who loved me with your love. Help me to nurture my children in your love. May we all walk with you as you lead us in your way. Amen.

The Power of Influence

Do not be misled. Bad company corrupts good character. ~ (1 Corinthians 15:33)

I remember in Chinese class during high school, there’s story of a mother who moved house 3x because she didn’t want her son to be influenced by bad neighbours.

The background on the verse Paul wrote the Corinthians was that there were people who didn’t believe in the resurrection of the dead. Easter is coming. Some call it Resurrection Sunday. In the passage, Paul argues that the resurrection of Jesus is an important truth of our faith. Paul taught the Corinthians not to be misled by bad company. Indeed we need to beware who influence our thoughts and who influence us in our daily life.

Today, we are constantly bombarded by billboards, TV ads, social media, and information technology, etc. Popular movie and sports personalities, religious and political leaders all have their say and are greatly impacting the lives of many. Parents, we need to teach our children to stick close to God – read the Bible and pray for wisdom to differentiate the right from wrong. We must be hands-on in our guidance. Do we influence them or do their friends influence them more? Are their friends God-fearing? Are we aware what they are reading? Who their friends are? What they do when they are together? What kind of music, movies and video games do they like? All these in different minute ways affect their thoughts, speech and actions. In the end, they shape the character of the person.

When I was young, I followed my more influential and more dominant friends around – they were the leaders in school and at church. I am thankful that my mom was a great influence in my life. Being a teacher, she taught me the disciplines of responsibility and diligence. I didn’t realise that in things that I do at church, people also followed what I did. I discovered that I too can influence people instead of just being influenced. As I grow older and after I got married, hubby influenced me a lot. I learned and am still learning to pick up the good and discard the bad.

Bottom line: Good company promotes good character. Bad company corrupts good character. Birds of the same feather do flock together but flock with the good birds and you’d be transformed to be a better bird. 😉

The Gift of Family

I will give thanks to you, Lord, with all my heart; I will tell of all your wonderful deeds. ~ Psalm 9:1

A few weeks after we got married, Andrew and I found out that I was pregnant. Being young and not really prepared for parenthood, we were not really excited with the news. When I was about five months into my pregnancy, I woke up one day to discover I had bleeding. Being ignorant and inexperienced, I went to work and even went shopping.

When I finally consulted my ob-gyn, and had an ultrasound, it was too late. I was given shots to induce labor. Though this procedure was physically painful, the pain could not compare with the mental and emotional anguish and regret that Andrew and I had. It was also not easy for Andrew’s parents to know that this baby had been a boy. Andrew is an only son born to traditional Chinese parents in their midlife.

Today, we have three daughters, and I have learned to overcome my longing for a son. Beyond that, I have learned to be thankful for what God took away and what God gives me. This standing stone reminds me to focus on what I have—and not to linger on the “what ifs” of life: If only we had been more grateful and excited about the pregnancy. If only I had gone to the doctor as soon as I had the spotting. If only… God wants me to focus on “what is” rather than lingering on “what if. . .”

In the Filipino-Chinese culture, there is a Hokkien proverb: Han tsi, hey oh (Someone gives you sweet potato, you give them taro.) I see this at work whenever my mom or mother-in-law gives something to someone who has given them gifts. My mom did not like to be indebted to people, and I often feel the same way.

Through the years, I have observed how frustrating it is for children who want to show they love their elderly parents then had their parents turn down their gifts and offerings. When presented with food or gifts, they say, “I don’t need this,” or “You keep this,” or “Give this to your children.”

So I have learned how to receive as well as give: to accept graciously whatever my children or friends offer me. This keeps me from feeling superior to the giver, and it also means that I should not feel a sense of indebtedness. I know my children take pleasure when I let them serve me or buy me gifts.

Even more importantly, I am not shy to ask for help from my friends when I need it. This reminds me of what Paul taught the Galatians: “Bear one another’s burdens, and thereby fulfill the law of Christ” (6:2).

Joni Eareckson writes: “As a quadriplegic of 47 years, I have been on the receiving end of other people’s help for many years. My caregivers and my husband are experts in giving, even when it hurts, and they are bone-tired. Part of me feels guilty about that. But God designed my disability not to make me ‘independent,’ but ‘interdependent.’ And as the recipient of my husband’s love, I do all I can to support him and my caregivers with gratitude, as well as pray for them in their weariness. It’s the least I can do. It’s the family thing to do.”[i]

In an article for First Things, Gilbert Meilaender writes: “Families would not have the significance they do for us if they did not, in fact, give us claim upon each other. We do not come together as autonomous individuals freely contracting with each other. We simply find ourselves thrown together and asked to share the burdens of life while learning to care for each other.”[ii]

Though it is more blessed to give than to receive, when we receive from others, we give them the pleasure of offering a much-appreciated gift. This is also true in our relationship with God.

Am I receiving the gifts of God? Am I even aware of them? Or am I taking them for granted? With a sense of entitlement? Or with a heart of gratitude? We can never out-give God. But we are good at asking to receive from God. Perhaps we should do better how we receive from God… even and especially the things we did not ask for.

Dear God, please help me to receive graciously all gifts with a thankful heart, knowing that all good things come from you. Amen.

[i] Joni Eareckson Tada. “The Beautiful Truth about being a Burden. Christianity Today.

[ii] Ibid.

A Lighthouse in the Storm

When in the storm, when shipwrecked, when hungry, when in danger, what would you do? What did Paul do? He encouraged other people.

Read Acts 27. Paul was on a boat going to Rome – to be handed over to Caesar – to be tried as a prisoner. They had been sailing for quite sometime already. Then the weather turned bad. Paul warned them that “our voyage is going to be disastrous and bring great loss to ship and cargo, and to our own lives also.” But the centurion – the one in charge of Paul and fellow prisoners would not listen and followed the words of the captain and owner of the ship instead.

So they were shipwrecked. All the people in the boat were getting hopeless and hungry. What did Paul do? He encouraged them:

22 But now I urge you to keep up your courage, because not one of you will be lost; only the ship will be destroyed. 23 Last night an angel of the God to whom I belong and whom I serve stood beside me 24 and said, ‘Do not be afraid, Paul. You must stand trial before Caesar; and God has graciously given you the lives of all who sail with you.’ 25 So keep up your courage, men, for I have faith in God that it will happen just as he told me.

What an encouragement! To encourage others when – even when he needed encouragement himself. Paul could encourage others because he was encouraged by God. His close relationship with God and his firm sense of calling and deep commitment to the gospel compel him to not give up – to embolden others – even as he was strengthened by the God who called him.

When life is not easy, we too can be like Paul. We too have God who calls to us – Do not be afraid. We can emulate Paul and personalise his story into our own situation:

Do not be afraid, Marlene. You must (fill in the blanks with the things that discourage me, things that i must do for which I need courage, trials I must face for which only God’s grace can see me through). Think about what God has graciously done for me in the past.

And think how I am going to encourage others with the encouragement that I get from the Lord. And ponder upon how I am going to comfort others with the comfort that I receive from the Lord.

This my friend is the way of a follower of Jesus – to be an encourager in the storms of life.

Remembering Moments of Grace; Thankful to the God of Grace

A journal of thanksgiving for moments of grace written the day after I was discharged from the hospital for my ankle surgery.

About 8 weeks prior to this day, my mom had just passed away. My dad was grieving and deteriorating quickly – unable to eat properly. I broke my ankle because I was groggy from taking sleep aids for my sleep problem. I was often anxious, sad and grieving.. 3-in-1 the combi state of of mind for a mental/emotional breakdown.. Amidst these scenarios, here’s what I wrote:

You’re in heaven still praying for me. Please help me to be brave and learn the lessons the Lord wants me to learn.

July 22, 2016
I used to take for granted the freedom to go to the toilet and pee anytime I need to. I could go to poop whether little urge or not.. no harm to try. Now it’s so much effort – I need to learn patience to wait and wait and wait so as not to waste the effort – the exertion of moving from bed to wheelchair, from wheelchair to the toilet seat; not to waste waking/interrupting the sleep of Abi, not to put her effort of helping me transfer from seat to seat, to push me to the toilet, to hold my leg up, to prop it on the stool..
I thank you Lord for my family. Andrew keeps telling me how much he loves me, holding my hair, kissing me on the forehead, holding my hand, hugging me.

Thank you for Han who helps me take my bath, prepares my clothes, my toiletries, help bring me to the chair in the shower, put on the plastic bag to cover my leg – carefully taping the masking tape to seal the hole, getting behind me to get the water in the right temperature, the right volume so as not to splash all over the floor outside the shower cubicle, for washing my hair, rinsing it, soaping my back, rinsing it, for helping me stand and wiping my behind, for helping me put on my underwear, my clothes, for getting herself wet and help me finish my bath before taking her own. Even Abigail did the same – and they don’t mind that they get wet again even after they had already taken their bath.

Thankful that Han and Abs wake so quick at the slightest call. Thank you Lord that you gave Han the strength to go to work when needed, and to take leave just to help take care of me during the 3 days stay at the hospital. Thankful for Abs’ care during the night – to get up to help me get on the commode, to throw the urine in the toilet and clean it herself even though she could let the nurses or nursing aide do it. Thank u Lord that she can get right back to sleep after all that’s needed to help me. (Abi just started her 3rd year at med school. She and Han took turns caring for me at night. God’s timing is perfect.)

I’m so touched, on her own initiative she brought the Eskinol for me to wipe my face during the stay in the hospital knowing that it’s my nightly routine.

I wanted to make things simple – didn’t want to be too burdensome. But when nurses outside don’t respond after pressing and pressing the button, even 30 minutes after replying that he’s coming but did not, what else to do but to wake your own sleepy child to help you. It’s alright. She gladly does it – even beyond what I asked her to. She loves me. It’s ok – I’m her mom – I took care of her when she was young – when she didn’t even know how to ask for my help.

It’s alright to ask help and receive love from my child. Even though I thought that me at 54 and they about or less than half my age, it’s too early for them to be taking care of me. Shouldn’t it be more in the distant future?

Re-reading this story reminds me God is gracious. In whatever circumstance, I need to be thankful and mindful of small moments of big grace… big things come in small packages if only we’re attentive to the voice of the Holy Spirit to teach us godly contentment and gratitude to the God of grace.

From the womb to the grave

Samson, the strong man is a familiar Biblical character. He had long hair – the source of his strength. He married Delilah, the cause of his downfall. But do you know where it all began? In the womb…

Read of Samson’s birth… how it all began even before his parents conceive him.

Judges 13
2 There was a certain man of Zorah, of the family of the Danites, whose name was Manoah; and his wife was barren and had borne no children. 3 Then the angel of the Lord appeared to the woman and said to her, “Behold now, you are barren and have borne no children, but you shall conceive and give birth to a son. 4 Now therefore, be careful not to drink wine or strong drink, nor eat any unclean thing. 5 For behold, you shall conceive and give birth to a son, and no razor shall come upon his head, for the boy shall be a Nazirite to God from the womb; and he shall begin to deliver Israel from the hands of the Philistines.” 6 Then the woman came and told her husband, saying, “A man of God came to me and his appearance was like the appearance of the angel of God, very awesome. And I did not ask him where he came from, nor did he tell me his name. 7 But he said to me, ‘Behold, you shall conceive and give birth to a son, and now you shall not drink wine or strong drink nor eat any unclean thing, for the boy shall be a Nazirite to God from the womb to the day of his death.’”

8 Then Manoah entreated the Lord and said, “O Lord, please let the man of God whom You have sent come to us again that he may teach us what to do for the boy who is to be born.”

9 God listened to the voice of Manoah; and the angel of God came again to the woman as she was sitting in the field, but Manoah her husband was not with her. 10 So the woman ran quickly and told her husband, “Behold, the man who came the other day has appeared to me.” 11 Then Manoah arose and followed his wife, and when he came to the man he said to him, “Are you the man who spoke to the woman?” And he said, “I am.”

12 Manoah said, “Now when your words come to pass, what shall be the boy’s mode of life and his vocation?” 13 So the angel of the Lord said to Manoah, “Let the woman pay attention to all that I said. 14 She should not eat anything that comes from the vine nor drink wine or strong drink, nor eat any unclean thing; let her observe all that I commanded.”

From the womb (vv. 5,7)… how significant is this?

Today, we know the importance of eating healthy and staying healthy while pregnant. The story of Samson, his birth, his calling (who he was, what he was going to do), his development, his being started with his mother – while he was in the womb. The mother was not to drink any wine nor eat anything unclean. vv. 4, 7, 14

These instructions were repeated 3x in the whole passage.
When Manoah, Samson’s father, asked God to send the angel again to instruct them what to do to bring up the child, they were told the same thing: no wine and no unclean food.

Samson was to be a Nazirite. Who is a Nazirite? He is someone ‘consecrated’ or separated for the Lord’s purpose. Here is the link for more details: https://www.gotquestions.org/Nazirite-vow.html

There are important lessons to learn from the story:
Parents, the vocation and person of your child starts in the womb. How you bring up your child starts with how you take care of yourself.

It is good to ask God to teach us ‘what to do for the child who is to be born.’ (v. 8) Parents need help from God to bring up a child: what to do FOR him/her; what to teach him; what to do ‘WITH’ him, how to be a good parent to him.

It is also good to ask ‘what shall be the boy’s mode of life and his vocation.’ (v. 12) More than asking what to do ‘FOR’ him, parents need wisdom to know how the child should live: his way of life… what he is to do with his life – his calling or vocation. We teach them while they are young.

From the womb to the grave, Samson was to live according to God’s purpose for him – to save his people from the Philistines.

How about my children, Lord? What do I do for them? What is their mode of life to be? What are you calling them to do for you, Father? Teach me, Lord. Teach them. Show the way – from the womb to the grave. Amen.

Musings on Being a Cool Mom

I have 3 children – 2 adults and a teen. Each one is unique. With the adults, I need to practice letting go and trust that they are mature enough to know what’s right and wrong. I need to learn to tread carefully – neither too distant and aloof nor too nosy and overbearing.

It is not easy. Where do I put myself? Do I wait for them to approach me without seemingly being indifferent? How do I show my concern? I let them know in word and deed that I accept them for who they are. I will listen without judging. I will listen more than speak. I will need wisdom to say the right words in the right manner at the right time when they ask or when they come to me.

With the adolescent, I need as much care if not even more attention and caution. Adolescence is transition from being a child to an adult. My teen is a child no longer but neither is she an adult yet. I need to be firm yet affirm her need to be no longer a child. It is not easy either.

With a 40 year age gap, how does one become a cool mom to her teen… one that loves her child enough to let her grow in stature and wisdom – in favor with God and man? Short answer – by God’s grace and mercy – through much prayer and dependence on God’s wisdom and guidance from the Holy Spirit.

There is no school to go to – to be a mom… and there is no such thing or person as the perfect mom. A mom is simply one who loves her children enough to be the ordinary person in the middle – neither too harsh nor too cold; neither too dictating nor too condoning.

A cool mom stands behind her children – she’s got their backs. She walks alongside her children – to hold their hands and listen to their hearts. She is thankful when she gets to take a peep inside their minds because her children know she loves them.