I have always believed that God is real. And I know this simply because I know my mother.
My mother is the oldest of five. When she was ten her father went missing. Her mom had to work full-time and my mom had to take care of everyone. And she still takes care of everyone.
Growing up I was a daddy’s girl. My mom would always try and make me do chores. Or help out. Or boring stuff like that. My dad would let me rollerblade around his workshop and buy me ice cream. He’s the fun one. And though I loved my mom, I would always run to my dad.
But now that I’m grown, I realize how amazing she really is. My mom quietly endures the struggles that life hands to her. She loves so deeply and so fully, without holding back. She disciplines with love and kindness. She has faith so strong, no storm can tear it down. And when I pushed God away, she prayed for me, and I came back to Him. All the goodness that I have inside, I can attribute to her love and her prayers. And if God is even half as amazing as my mother is, then what a great God He is.