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“Lord, don’t you care that my sister has left me to do the work by myself? Tell her to help me!” Luke:10-38 (NIV)

I am a lover of people. My mom, on the other hand, has always been a lover of nature, especially plants and flowers. She could spend hours unending in a garden, making sure that her plants are getting the proper nourishment they need to survive the different temperatures and seasons of the year.

Recently, mom came to visit me for a few days and I took her with me to Western New York to visit two of my sons and their families. While I was ecstatic to be around my children and grandchildren, it was not hard to see that mom would get tired of human company and get eager to return to our hotel room to read or just chill. Nonetheless, any time we would be riding in the car and she would spot a field of flowers, she would immediately ask me to stop the car, so she could go and get a picture with them.

The Bible mentions two sisters who were very different in spite of being blood related. The first one, Martha, was depicted as a servant, a doer, while the other, Mary, was known to be a lover of the Word, a listener. Both were doing something important, but in the eyes of many, Mary could have come across as lazy and insensitive.  She savored every word spoken by her Master Jesus (Luke 10:38-42), while her sister Martha worked so hard in the kitchen preparing food for all who were there.

The golden years are not easy; those living through them must adjust to going from a life of independence into a life that brings them to be surrounded by people who may not understand their dilemma and may end up being a source of anxiety. My mom may not be the lovey-dovey type of person I probably would have chosen for her to be, but in her own way, she marks her presence. As for our trip together, nothing was more rewarding than watching her big smile as she strategically placed herself among flowers for a quick photo. That is who Mom is. And that is how I will remember her by.

 
“Lord, we are so similar and yet so different, and You love us all the same.”
 

For His Glory

Luska Suzano
TRBC Women’s Life