Those who have been following my blog for long, know of my struggles with my mom. Growing up with a mentally ill, alcoholic mom is no fun. Because of that I have always yearned for a "real" mom in my life. I have prayed for a "mentor mom," a godly woman to come into my life to serve as my mom.
God knows that I would idolize any woman who took that role in my life. He knows I am desperate for a mom. So he held back that one thing from me. He wants me to idolize only him, my perfect parent. But this weekend I came to see something else.
Saturday morning as I came downstairs to have breakfast at the hotel in NC, where I was speaking at a retreat, I ran into a woman. She didn't know me really. She was published author, and speaker, Vonda Skelton. She was one of the featured speakers at the writers retreat I attended last August, so I introduced myself and reminded her of our past meeting. She asked what brought me to NC, and I shared I was speaking, my first real speaking engagement. She immediately asked me to come aside with her and she prayed over me. Her words were so encouraging, her prayer so nurturing. I was so thankful.
After I got home, I realized that she acted the way I'd want my mom to act. Happy and excited for me. Praying for me. She was my manna mamma. My mamma for the day, my just enough, not too much mom for the moment.
I reflected back on my life, and I was able to see other manna moms in my life. My aunt and grandmother, one or the other always came to stay with us when my mom was hospitalized for her mental illness. Mrs. Othmere, an old woman from church who faithfully came to take us to church. Mrs. Mueller, my beloved 1st grade teacher. Jean, my friend Sonya's mom. Ellie, a trusted confidant. JoAnn, a Bible study leader. I'm sure there are more.
Each woman may have only drifted into and out of my life at a certain time. Yet, each gave me something I needed whether it be encouragement, nurture, advice or prayer from an older woman. A manna mamma. A mother for a day.
Exodus 16:4,31 -- Then the LORD said to Moses, "I will rain down bread from heaven for you. The people are to go out each day and gather enough for that day. The people of Israel called the bread manna.