Be a good Spork! (A message from my Mom)

This is a bonus blog for the week.  It was a gift to me, and now I gift it to you…

Yesterday was a hard day for me.  Not exactly sure why.  Did you ever wake up crying?  Yeah, not a great start.  I’m not an overly emotional person, but I found myself questioning the Father all day: “What are you trying to show me?  I’m finding it so hard to BE ME.  Hard to be who I believe you’ve called me to be.  I need your help!”

My mom is truly my biggest fan, and I eagerly anticipate America waking up on Mondays so I can hear HER thoughts on my most recent post.  Her email came while I was waiting for a price check at the grocery store.  Attempting to avoid the death stares from the other customers (now also forced to wait), I read her words while I stood there.

I cried (again) in line, and all those traditionally private Germans watched my tears flow while we all waited for my American Cheddar Cheese to be weighed.

My mother is medicine to my soul.

I wrote her a quick reply later that day to tell her what it meant to me.  I ended my letter with this…

“So I cry.  And then I think about forks and how sad they must be that they have to be pointy ALL the time. And I cry again.  Man, I hope tomorrow is a happy day.  Spoons are probably happy.  I’ll think more about them!”

Mind you, her response was nothing intended for the whole world, just her words of encouragement to a daughter she still mother’s intensely well.  And I’m certainly not sharing it as a pat on my back.  It’s just that the message fits brilliantly to so many of us.  I needed it and I’ll bet you can use it today too!

I WOKE UP TO THIS:

 

Dear Heather,

 

I feel sure you’re a spork!

 

You’re created differently than forks and spoons but you are exactly who He created you to be. You need your pointy parts so that you can point out what God is saying to others and sometimes they need to be poked so they “wake up” and actually hear what He’s saying.

 

But, you need your scoopy part too. It’s designed to hold things. You, my sweetie, constantly provide a place for others to place their needs, their fears and their questions when they can’t manage them. And sometimes it even holds their hearts for safe keeping.

 

The great thing about being a spoon or a fork is that, by itself, it’s incapable of doing what it was designed to do, but when held and pointed in the right direction it accomplishes what it was made for.  It can feed the hungry or be used to serve people.  God holds you.  He directs you.  You feed so many with your blog and you serve people in so many ways.

 

Serving is hard.  It’s not usually convenient.  It always costs us something.  But you do it better than anyone I know.

 

YOU JUST BE THE BEST SPORK YOU CAN BE!

 

I’m gonna look for a bumper sticker that says ” Proud to be the mama of a first rate spork!”

 

Mom

 

THIS is the kind of mom I have.

And to all the other SPORKS out there:  It’s HARD being different somedays, but how amazing is it that you are called by the most high God to be used in ways that can both Care and Correct?  I feel like we need a support group…. “Hi, I’m Heather and I’m a Spork!” – “Hi, Heather!”

There will be no tears today.

Thanks, Mom.