Matthew 20:20-23
Then the mother of Zebedee’s sons came to Jesus with her sons and, kneeling down, asked a favor of him.
“What is it you want?” he asked.
She said, “Grant that one of these two sons of mine may sit at your right and the other at your left in your kingdom.”
“You don’t know what you are asking,” Jesus said to them. “Can you drink the cup I am going to drink?”
“We can,” they answered.
Jesus said to them, “You will indeed drink from my cup, but to sit at my right or left is not for me to grant. These places belong to those for whom they have been prepared by my Father.”
Then the mother of Zebedee’s sons came to Jesus with her sons and, kneeling down, asked a favor of him.
“What is it you want?” he asked.
She said, “Grant that one of these two sons of mine may sit at your right and the other at your left in your kingdom.”
“You don’t know what you are asking,” Jesus said to them. “Can you drink the cup I am going to drink?”
“We can,” they answered.
Jesus said to them, “You will indeed drink from my cup, but to sit at my right or left is not for me to grant. These places belong to those for whom they have been prepared by my Father.”
There is a quote
I like about being a mom. “Mother’s hold their children’s hands for just a
little while and their hearts forever.” This old Irish proverb speaks the truth
about motherhood. When my daughter’s were small, it was easy to hold their hand
and guide them. But eventually, I had to let go. Even then I knew I’d never let
go in my heart.
I can’t imagine how
the mother of James and John felt when she sent her sons with Jesus. Certainly
her faith was tested when they left home and trooped after a man that people hated.
Yet she asked him to take them with him. She loved them and knew God called
them to work beside this man who claimed to be the son of God. When my kids
left home and started on their journey into adulthood, I worried, cried, prayed
and eventually trusted God to hold them close. It was a challenge. I didn’t
want to let go, but I needed to. I still pray every day for God to work in
their lives, keep them safe, and cover them with love. I may have let go of
their hand, but I’ll always hold their hearts. I learned that from God. He
created me and gave me free will. He let go of my hand, even as he pursues my
heart. Praise God for mom’s who guide their children to his kingdom.
Happy Mother’s
Day!
What memory do
you have about your mom or another woman who guided you toward God?
Thanks for the sharing! Great and precious photo, too!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Molly.
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