Mother's Day

Ah, another Mother's Day. Another holiday designed for a family to be together. Another day where hugs should be given and presents should be opened. I didn't talk to my mom today because her Internet was too slow to support a Skype call. I didn't hug my mom today because she lives on a different continent. I made my mom a little video, but she couldn't watch it because of the previously mentioned Internet issues. I sent a card with my sister for my mom because she is visiting Zambia for a few weeks. I can count on one hand the Mother's Days I've spent with my mom since growing up and truly appreciating her as the mom she was and still is...It's one. One time. And it makes me sad...And a little mad.
I miss my mom more than anybody I miss in the whole world. I love spending time with her, I always have. I miss her advise, I miss her hugs, I miss her laughter, I miss her cheery face, I miss her cooking, I miss her talking to herself while cooking and I even miss her cleanliness! She's my best friend.  She's always been on my side. She has always supported me. She is my encourager. She always can talk sense into any situation. She sees all sides of an issue and makes you understand them too. She is my hero. She is faithful to her God, her husband, her children and her ministry. She doesn't waiver on what she believes. She doesn't back away from a fight if the fight needs to be fought. She is a women of great strength. Her children for sure rise up and call her blessed.
I might not be blessed to see her everyday. I might not be blessed to just pick up the phone and call her whenever I want. But I'm blessed to have a mom that is faithful to her calling. I'm blessed to have a mom that has given up the comforts that this world has to offer...Like having her kids and grandkids around....To share the gospel in a land she now calls home. She has shown me that no matter the price, you always have to follow God.
So while I roll around in my sadness today, tomorrow I will still know that God doesn't make mistakes. I've too few Mother's Days with my mom because somebody else needed to spend the day with her. Somebody else needed her to impact their life. Somebody else needed her to love them and show them Jesus.