The Most Powerful Lesson My Mom Taught Me

Moms are very knowledgable about life, perceptive of our thoughts and feelings, and always seem to know where you left your shoes, book, keys or phone. Some may say it’s because they have eyes in the back of their heads, but we all know the truth. It’s a supernatural gift that moms are blessed with when they have kids.

Moms are more than boo-boo kissers, band aid appliers, don’t forget to’s, and constant cheerleaders. They are warm hugs, memory makers, wisdom givers and prayer warriors.

How do I know? Because I am a mom. 

We have three beautiful children, who at times, let’s be honest, make me want to pull my hair out, but I wouldn’t trade it for the world. 

Being a mom is the hardest yet most rewarding job there is, but it sure pays well with snuggles, hugs and kisses, sweet notes, movie nights, hand drawn pictures, coffee dates, and so much more.

I have so many amazing memories growing up going to the pumpkin patch and apple orchards, walking through the corn fields to get ice cream from The Little Dipper, shopping at the jockey lot, cutting down our own Christmas tree, trips to the beach, super fun birthday parties and everyday life of just being with our family. It was the best.

Growing up affords many opportunities for teachable moments and moms are masters at seizing those moments. I remember learning to tie my shoes, not to touch a hot oven, look both ways before crossing the street, how to share with others and be kind to my sister. However, there are a few occasions that I can remember my mom teaching me without ever saying a word and it turns out that was the greatest lesson she would ever teach me. 

My mom has always been available to listen, be a voice of reason and give guidance with a biblical perspective. I have seen her serve Jesus, read the word, pray and be Jesus with skin on to those around her. I learned a lot about Jesus by watching her, growing up in church and developing my own personal relationship with Jesus. Growing up also came with questions and most of the time those questions were directed to my parents to give me the answers. However, some questions, like “what am I supposed to do with my life?” or “Where should I go to school?” or “Who am I supposed to marry?” are questions they couldn’t answer for me. I didn’t want to get those wrong. It’s in those questions that I learned one of the most powerful lessons my mom would ever teach me. 

She taught me how to hear the voice of God for myself…and I am grateful. 

3 John 1:4 says, “I have no greater joy than to hear that my children are walking in truth.” I know that my mom rejoices that me and my sister are both serving the Lord.

Now, as a mom to three incredibly amazing children, it is my greatest joy to sit on the edge of their bed or listen at the breakfast table as they share with me dreams, things they’ve written down, let them ask questions about a verse they read or Bible story they’ve learned, or what they’ve heard the Lord speak to them in their own time. I pray that I live a life showing them Jesus, lead in my example of devotion to Jesus, share with them teachable moments, but most importantly how to hear the voice of Jesus. 

Just like my mom. 

I know everyone’s story is different and perhaps your story is a lot different from mine. My prayer is that you, dear friend, can see Jesus through the people He has placed in your life that love you, pray for you, encourage you, give you tough love when needed and teach you to hear the voice of God for yourself as well.

Hearing the voice of Jesus isn’t hard. We simply need to be still and listen. That’s the greatest gift we can give to our children.

Jenna Norris