Pastor texts me with the request and I’m glad he is a texter and not a caller because my initial response isn’t exactly to hoot and holler. “Sunday is Mother’s Day. Will you give testimony on how Christ has made difference in your life as mother?”
I think of all the other women who have better stories to share than mine… more drama, better delivery, cute little mom stories tied up in satin pink bows.
My story is messy. Gritty. Unfinished.
Inside I’m wondering why he had to ask me.
Nonetheless, long ago I said yes to God…I told Him I will share anything He wants me to share anywhere He wants me to share it. So I text Pastor back: “Yes…unless there r others who want to and u don’t need me.”
Then I tell God, “Okay, we have a few days to come up with something.”
I didn’t really expect an answer, at least not right away. But as I carried the towels to the bathroom, I felt that unmistakable Presence move inside. “Tell them about us. Tell them why Mother’s Day is significant to you.”
And I know.
I know why Pastor texted me and I know it wasn’t by chance. I know that He wants me to tell this story, the story of the Promise and the Oath…




