Like Mother Used To Make

Like Mother Used To Make by Kirk Hunt

Moreover his mother used to make him a little robe, and bring it to him year by year when she came up with her husband to offer the yearly sacrifice.

1 Samuel 2:19 NKJV

Samuel had been lent (read: surrendered) to God by his mother, Hannah. Determined to honor her oath to God and still love her precious son, Hannah’s hands worked her loom. Samuel could proudly speak of “just like Mother used to make,” then model a freshly made demonstration of mother love.

Consider that in 1065 BC that a robe (or coat) had to be hand-made. Despite being the beloved wife of a wealthy, generous man, Hannah insisted on making for her son with her own hands. Samuel grew up with physical proof that he had the tender love and affectionate attention of his mother.

Maybe your son or daughter is physically distant or otherwise separated from you. Like Hannah, you can chose to make sure your precious child has physical proof of your tender love and affectionate attention. Maybe you cannot be there with them physically, but you can send evidence they are always in your mind and heart.

Samuel grew up physically distant from Hannah, but he never lacked for unescapable evidence of her love and care. Who needs a care box from you? Who needs proof that the miles mean nothing to your heart and mind?

Spend the time to make with your own hands. Be sure to deliver the message that the distance does not impact your love and affection. Your son or daughter may be surrendered to God, but that does not mean you cannot deliver some mother (or father) love anyway.

Think: What a mother (or father) makes for a child is extra precious.

Pray: “Lord, help me to prove my love to Your children, no matter how far away they are.”

 

Copyright © May 2019, Kirk Hunt

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We Call Her Blessed

We Call Her Blessed By Kirk Hunt

Her children rise up and call her blessed

Proverbs 31:28a

 

The church was large and full. Any one you asked would claim to be Mother Hunt’s son or daughter, regardless of age or family-line. Certainly, we all call her blessed.

 

At first, she would convince you she was the most fragile and delicate creature you ever met. Eventually she would target you, for your own good, with her iron determination and steely strength of character. Still, you would love her and call her blessed.

 

Momma always appreciated what you did for her. Then she would tell you how you could have done it better. You might roll your eyes, but you would call her blessed.

 

She beamed with delight and pride over her children, grandchildren, great-grandchildren and the fifth generation she held in her arms. No matter how large the crowd near her, she concerned herself with who was far away. We would sigh, then call her blessed.

 

Her work in God’s Kingdom generated a host of spiritual sons and daughters. Everyone close to her understood the demands and privileges of being one of her children. And when they rose up, they call her blessed.

 

Momma spent her life trying to lead others to Christ and Christ-like living. Her love could be fierce and severe, but was always from the deepest part of her. The part of her that taught and corrected loved you, and more importantly, loved God. No wonder we call her blessed.

 

Think: The children of a true Mother rise up and call her blessed.

 

Pray: “Lord, thank you for providing true Mothers for Your earthly children.”

 

Copyright © May 2017, Kirk Hunt

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More Perfect Love

More Perfect Love By Kirk Hunt

Can a woman forget her nursing child,
And not have compassion on the son of her womb?
Surely they may forget,
Yet I will not forget you.

Isaiah 49:15 NKJV
(Please also read Jeremiah 49:14–18

I cannot imagine a mother forgetting about her infant. Or see the picture of her heartlessly condemning her baby. Among human beings, a mother’s love is the gold standard. Still, even a mother’s love is second-best, compared to the perfect love of God.

 

He loves us. Despite how we speak and act. Despite our disobedience and flaws. He loves us, absolutely. Tenderly and graciously, God cares for us, no matter what. Sound familiar?

 

Human mothers are flesh and blood. Money, knowledge, health and time itself place limits on even the best mothers. With perfect knowledge and infinite power, God has the will and the means to do what is best for us. And He does so, more often than we think or know.

 

Of course, one of His best instruments for demonstrating His love for us is through your mother. As beloved and honored as our earthly mothers are, their love is a pointer to perfect love. A mother’s love reflects an infinite and flawless source.

 

God loves you purely. God loves you endlessly. God loves you perfectly.

 

Think: Not even a mother can love me as well as God loves me.

 

Pray: “Lord, remind me again how much You love me.”

 

 

Copyright © May 2016, Kirk Hunt

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