The Sweetest Mom, The Sweetest Letter

October 17, 2012

My Dearest Daughter,

 As I write this letter to you on your 26^th birthday, I am filled with so many things, thankfulness, gladness, hope, inspiration, great joy, and some regrets. The regrets stem from the fact that as a teacher, I failed a major test: I did not trust God completely. When you were going through the trials, the fire, and the devil was trying to steal what God had intended for you, I hung my head down and wondered if God would do what he said. There were times when it seemed like heaven was silent and that there was no word from the Lord. The promises were far away, it seemed.

 I had to look at you each day when you were sick, but even then God always showed me your heart. You had the heart of a child that loved the Lord. You were beautiful even then because your light was shining so bright.

 It was crazy because I was afraid, but always excited. The scriptures remind us that God intends to do even more that we can comprehend and he has truly been faithful to his word. Not in a million years could I have foreseen this day: a day of celebration of your 26^th birthday and all the blessings that have come our way.

There were others when you were younger that were healthier, thought that they were more beautiful, etc, but a woman that loves the Lord has a value far above rubies. Look at how God gave you an intelligent mind, a beautiful encouraging and body spirit, how he brought you through the valley of the shadow of death, made you beautiful and blessed you with the resources and people that you needed to accomplish things in you.

 He gave you college degrees with such ease that I don’t think that you have even tapped into even half of your potentials. He has gone even further, he allowed you to go to Morehouse School of Medicine and graduate. He gave you a job in a weak economy and has blessed you to be a success in your own right.

 My mother would often say that she was the reason for my success, and to a degree she was right, but as your mother, I will feel that you are the Lord’s child, one of his favorites, and the Lord has only made me privilege to have three wonderful children to watch in my life. You are in this place now because of what God has done, not me. I had the hope for it , but God perfected the plans and dispensed them in his time. He has given you a season of harvest and he is not finished yet. He is going to send the former rains and the latter rains and filled your storehouse with overflows!

I want to tell you about the images that I have of you in my mind, most are not of the young lady that you are now, even though there are some. The most prevalent ones are of you , a little baby kicking your pretty legs in the crib, a baby girl with a winter cap wrapped around your head looking like an anointed child of God, a little baby girl holding her stuffed animal in the hospital, a little girl laughing with your friends, Tonita and Rashell, a little sick girl that prayed every day for another little girl that had AIDS, a little girl that had such a big heart that she would laugh and dance at St. Jude School in a ballet performance despite problems, my daughter that constantly enncourges , loves, and gives to her family and all that she meets.

 I am a proud mother and absolutely no one could replace you for me. I have been emerged in the well of blessings of the Lord and my soul has been saturated. I could write more, but I am just really trying to say that I love you because God has belessed me with my family; I am so grateful. I have the real deal! I don’t have to go looking for love in all of the wrong places.

Kristin, please, continue the legacy that the Lord has begun in you.

I hope this is not too mushy, but when I read 1Corinthians 13 and it says, “Now abideth faith, hope, and charity (love), these three, but the greatest of these is love”, I cannot help myself. I have faith in you because I know that God is in you; I have hope in you because I know how God has operated in your life, and I love you because God is love and His love is in you.

Thank you for this tremendous opportunity to be called your earthly mother. I really treasure this role.

Love, Your Mother,

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The love of a mother is unfailing. I am so thankful for her strength, her love, her sweet spirit and her love of God. At 26 years old I stand confident knowing that I understand how to be a real woman, what the value of life really is and the fear of the Lord.

 

Thank you mom, I love you more than words!

 

With Love,

Kristin Sarai