We Call Her Blessed

We Call Her Blessed By Kirk Hunt

Her children rise up and call her blessed

Proverbs 31:28a

 

The church was large and full. Any one you asked would claim to be Mother Hunt’s son or daughter, regardless of age or family-line. Certainly, we all call her blessed.

 

At first, she would convince you she was the most fragile and delicate creature you ever met. Eventually she would target you, for your own good, with her iron determination and steely strength of character. Still, you would love her and call her blessed.

 

Momma always appreciated what you did for her. Then she would tell you how you could have done it better. You might roll your eyes, but you would call her blessed.

 

She beamed with delight and pride over her children, grandchildren, great-grandchildren and the fifth generation she held in her arms. No matter how large the crowd near her, she concerned herself with who was far away. We would sigh, then call her blessed.

 

Her work in God’s Kingdom generated a host of spiritual sons and daughters. Everyone close to her understood the demands and privileges of being one of her children. And when they rose up, they call her blessed.

 

Momma spent her life trying to lead others to Christ and Christ-like living. Her love could be fierce and severe, but was always from the deepest part of her. The part of her that taught and corrected loved you, and more importantly, loved God. No wonder we call her blessed.

 

Think: The children of a true Mother rise up and call her blessed.

 

Pray: “Lord, thank you for providing true Mothers for Your earthly children.”

 

Copyright © May 2017, Kirk Hunt

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More Perfect Love

More Perfect Love By Kirk Hunt

Can a woman forget her nursing child,
And not have compassion on the son of her womb?
Surely they may forget,
Yet I will not forget you.

Isaiah 49:15 NKJV
(Please also read Jeremiah 49:14–18

I cannot imagine a mother forgetting about her infant. Or see the picture of her heartlessly condemning her baby. Among human beings, a mother’s love is the gold standard. Still, even a mother’s love is second-best, compared to the perfect love of God.

 

He loves us. Despite how we speak and act. Despite our disobedience and flaws. He loves us, absolutely. Tenderly and graciously, God cares for us, no matter what. Sound familiar?

 

Human mothers are flesh and blood. Money, knowledge, health and time itself place limits on even the best mothers. With perfect knowledge and infinite power, God has the will and the means to do what is best for us. And He does so, more often than we think or know.

 

Of course, one of His best instruments for demonstrating His love for us is through your mother. As beloved and honored as our earthly mothers are, their love is a pointer to perfect love. A mother’s love reflects an infinite and flawless source.

 

God loves you purely. God loves you endlessly. God loves you perfectly.

 

Think: Not even a mother can love me as well as God loves me.

 

Pray: “Lord, remind me again how much You love me.”

 

 

Copyright © May 2016, Kirk Hunt

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