1 Corinthians 13 A Mother's Day Version!

1 Corinthians 13, A Mother's Version

I can read bedtime stories till the cow jumps over the moon and sing"TenLittle Monkeys" until I want to call the doctor -- but if I don't have love, I'm as annoying as a ringing phone at dinner time.

I can chase a naked toddler through the house while cooking dinner and listening to voice mail. I can fix the best cookies and Kool-Aid in theneighborhood, and I can tell a sick child's temperature with one touch of my finger, but if I don't have love, I am nothing.

Love is patient while watching and praying by the front window when it's30 minutes past curfew.
Love is kind when my teen says, "I hate you!"

It does not envy the neighbors' swimming pool or their brand-new minivan, but trusts the Lord to provide every need.

Love does not brag when other parents share their disappointments andinsecurities, and love rejoices when other families succeed.

It doesn't boast, even when I've multitasked all day long and my husband can't do more than one thing at a time.

Love is not rude when my spouse innocently asks, "What have you donetoday?"

It does not immediately seek after glory when we see talent in ourchildren, but encourages them to get training and make wise choices.

It is not easily angered, even when my 15-year-old acts like the worldrevolves around him.

It does not delight in evil (is not self-righteous) when I remind my17-year-old that he's going 83 in a 55-mph zone, but rejoices in thetruth.

Love does not give up hope.It always protects our children's self-esteem and spirit, even while doling out discipline.

It always trusts God to protect our children when we cannot.

It always perseveres, through black nail polish, burps and other bodily functions, rolled eyes and crossed arms, messy rooms and sleep-overs.

Love never fails.

But where there are memories of thousands of diaper changes and painfullabor(s), they will fade away.

Where there is talking back, it will (eventually) cease. (Please, Lord?)

Where there is a teenager who thinks he knows everything, there will one day be an adult who knows you did your best.

For we know we fail our children, and we pray they don't end up in therapy, but when we get to heaven, our imperfect parenting will disappear.(Thank you, God!)

When we were children, we needed a parent to love and protect us. Now that we're parents ourselves, we have a heavenly Father who adores,shelters us and holds us when we need to cry.

And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love.

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Wish I could take credit... but I received this in an email... LOL-- Happy Mother's Day to all of us who have mothers, are mothers or stepmothers, or provide nurturing to children not your own...

Be Blessed!