Pride and Joy

A few days ago I was in my vehicle driving and feeling pretty discouraged. I was recalling some dashed hopes and thinking about my mom. My mom passed away a few years ago. She wasn’t a perfect mom or a perfect person but I loved her very much and she loved me. She was also proud of me. The day I graduated from university she was there cheering for me, she cheered louder then anybody. I was my mothers pride and joy.

I was sitting there talking to God and thinking that I did not have anyone like that in my life anymore. I was thinking that I did not have anyone in my life with so much vested hope in me. I was thinking I did not have anyone pulling for me and believing in me in that unfailing way. I was thinking, now that my mom is gone, I am no one’s pride and joy. It was sad.

When I got home my husband was waiting for me. He looked at me, and in answer to a prayer that I did not even utter he said, “You are my pride and joy.”

I knew in that moment that God had blessed me. “Blessed are those who mourn, for they shall be comforted” (Matt. 5:4). God has not forgotten me, and he has not forgotten you either. You are His pride and joy.

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