From a Mother’s Day Grinch to a Daughter’s Day Gift

rocky words

Last weekend I was pumped. Stoked. Jazzed. Dripping with so much confidence I looked like Rocky Balboa, ready for 50 single-handed push ups after a round of sacking frozen meat carcasses and a 10-mile uphill run. Well, almost.

Hours into digging in and spring cleaning out, I took my first break. Hey, surely even Rocky needed a breather and a coffee refill.

To top off the iconic moment, my trainer, I mean my husband, grinning from ear to ear like the Cheshire Cat, squeezed my shoulders while he dared to sing a Rocky theme song. I laughed and then almost choked on a half a cup of coffee while the other half nearly spewed out my nose.

I gotta admit. His timing was perfect. And the singing was funny, ’til I pressed stop with a quick backwards elbow jab. I had work to do. And he’d started this fast moving train. I had more cleaning dragons to slay and elephant boxes to move from last week’s post.

But I hit a road block a few hours later. And I was a sobbing, soggy wet mess on the floor. Going through boxes that hadn’t seen the light of day… years. Reliving memories, but mostly tossing out trash and regrets. And having some mopey Mama moments. It’d been well over a year since I’d seen her and heard her reassuring voice. Now would be a really good time.

I had just stood on top of the world. But I slid down nearly as fast as I hopped on. I’d almost conquered the elephant, but somehow I couldn’t conquer the dread in the pit of my stomach.

I knew the calendar. I knew the month. And I dreaded the coming week. Just call me the Mother’s Day Grinch. Then I spotted a card. No year. No date. But it had my name and my Mama’s handwriting all over it. It was timeless–and no doubt just in time.

And just about the time I was ready to throw in the towel, a smile from Heaven walked through the door saying, “Mama, will you roll my hair?”

What? Now? In the middle of this? She’d been asking for months if I’d roll her hair for the very first time. And it made no sense for me to get up now, but I did.

After the last roller was in, she admired my work in the mirror. I watched her reflection look up to mine before she said, “Mama, I look just like Mimi.” I stared in the mirror, and then watched my own jaw drop, along with a single tear slide down my face in front of me. She sure did. She SURE did.

She was not quite 4 when her Mimi, my Mama, left for Heaven. But I guess she was with her for long enough to remember that her Mimi never left the house without first rolling her hair.

And even the bouffant that followed to top off her little 5-year-old head was uncanny, as my brother aptly pointed out. She looked just like her Mimi. And like mother like daughter.

micah rollers

Such a sweet reminder that even in the middle of bitter places, Jesus never leaves us or forsakes us. And just when you’re ready to throw in the towel, He steps in to pick you up and set you back on the path of purpose He’s planned for you. Whether it winds through the bottom of a valley or leads to the top of the mountain.

And check this out, ’cause it’s for real. He even sings over you. Perhaps not the Rocky theme song, but rest assured, He’s singing over you girlfriend. So don’t throw in the towel. You’re almost there.

The LORD your God is with you, the Mighty Warrior who saves. He will take great delight in you; in his love he will no longer rebuke you, but will rejoice over you with singing. Zephaniah 3:17

The LORD is my strength and my shield; in him my heart trusts, and I am helped; my heart exults, and with my song I give thanks to him. Psalm 28:7

Quick. What’s your favorite theme song? Hum it in your head and then write it out in the comments below. And let’s keep singing and keep moving together.

And because I couldn’t resist–Rocky theme song:

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