Unsung Heros

awardI use to think moms should have business cards but now that I’ve been one I realize that is an impossibility.  They don’t make cards big enough to hold all the words it would take to describe the multiple job titles we hold.  A few titles that come to mind are, cook, housekeeper, counselor, financial planner, laundry service, fashion consultant and negotiator.  The one title that I think is most important is: helper. 

Proverbs 31:27 describes a woman of God as someone who “watches over the affairs of her household and does not eat the bread of idleness”.  As mothers we are NEVER idle and we have the opportunity to support and help each other in a multitude of ways.

We know that our efforts are important but it’s easy to forget the amazing impact we can truly have not only on our family, but the world around us.  I have some wonderful women in my life that have been exactly that – invisible but very much noticed to the people they are ministering to.  These unsung heros make a HUGE impact in a behind-the-scenes kind of way.  Here are some amazing stories from my own little circle of friends:

One mom spent months organizing meals for her friend’s family.  Her friend was not only mom to young children but was married to a wonderful man fighting cancer.  My friend stayed in for the long haul and spent countless hours praying over, talking to, crying with and supporting this family. 

Some of the moms in our Sunday School class have gathered around various women who have struggled during their pregnancies.  They don’t ask, “How can I help”, they just help.  They show up with meals, they send cards to each other and they call – just to check in on the women battling illness and hormones during those 9 months of transition.

Another mom I know agreed to help a couple who could not conceive.  The situation was such that they simply needed someone to carry their baby for the duration of the pregnancy.   This woman had already given birth to three of her own children, but she pressed on, sacrificing her body and time so that this couple could know the joy of raising their own biological child.

Speaking of children, one of my friends endured the exhausting and expensive process of adopting a precious baby.  They had a family of five and now they have six.  My friend reached out in love and compassion to a young woman who wasn’t ready to be a mom – what a brave thing to do!

Recently I was honored to host a baby shower for my dear friend who is an unsung hero in my mind.  She is a prayer warrior in the most active way possible.  She has always been aware of others and their needs.  When she says she will pray for you she means it.  When you need something she puts her time and energy into meeting your need.  Now that she’s expecting her second child we’ve all been able to honor her and help her and it feels great to do so. 

Now it’s your turn.  Proverbs 31:29-31 says, “Many women do noble things, but you surpass them all. Charm is deceptive and beauty is fleeting; but a woman who fears the Lord is to be praised. Give her the reward she has earned and let her works bring her praise at the city gate.”  We might not be at the city gate, but would you take time to post a comment and give recognition to an unsung hero in your life? Without using their actual name (unless you get their permission) can you share their story with us?  I’d love to give credit where credit is due!  Thanks for sharing and have a wonderful day! 


1 Response to “Unsung Heros”

  1. 1 Dad September 20, 2009 at 4:06 PM

    When I was in 6th grade I was taking saxophone lessons. My mother worked outside the home and was concerned that I was not practicing enough. She did want a good return on her investment of the price of those lessons. So in the time between my arrival at home after school and when she came home from her job at the bank she asked her mother to come and visit me every school day during that time. Grandmother would lay down on the couch and say, “practice your music. I love to hear you play.” Of course, the early days of my playing were not beautiful to hear. The squeaks and squawks were terrible. But Grandmother didn’t seem to care. At the conclusion of every practice session she would say, “Please play me a hymn.” I would pull out the book that had every hymn in our hymn book arranged for the E flat alto saxophone and play her a hymn. Many times she would sing along. Sometimes she would cry. Not because I was so bad; but because the words of the hymn would bless her heart. I learned the joy of music and how powerful it was to affect the human heart.

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