Dear Mom,

I see Jesus in you.

When you sang me to sleep night after night.

When you made me grilled cheese for years straight without complaint.

When you came along to field trips just to be with me.

I saw Jesus in you.

When you made my favorite birthday dinners.

When you hosted and hauled all my friends to church.

When you were the first to say, “I’m sorry.”

I saw Jesus in you.

When you left a card in my car to tell me I’m loved.

When you rubbed my back and caught my teenage tears.

When you saw a stranger’s need and showed me how to meet it.

I saw Jesus in you.

When you let my needs come before your dreams.

When you showed me how to receive grace.

When you loved Dad and my brother well.

I saw Jesus in you.

When you were mistreated and chose forgiveness.

When you pushed away comfort to comfort others.

When life went sideways and you still laughed.

I saw Jesus in you.

When you wrestled with deep pain and continued choosing God.

When others got what you want and you poured blessings on them.

When you showed me how to Hope despite grave disappointment.

I saw Jesus in you.

Mom, I know you’ll tell me you fell short. You‘ll tell me what things you want me to do differently. You‘ll tell me what you would change.

And I’ll tell you that your imperfections only taught me more about Jesus.

Mom, I see Jesus in you.

I love you.

Originally published on the author’s blog.

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