Weekend Web Wanderings: Mother’s Day Edition

Remembrances, Articles, Videos, maybe even a laugh… and a free E-book.


Mother’s Day is always a bittersweet time for me. I have a FANTASTIC wife who is the BEST mother to our girls. And I have the longing to see my own mother again (both of my parents passed away in 2012). It is a day of rejoicing in what we have and in remember what we’ve been given… while looking forward to the greater gift that is to come as Christ fulfills our every need… becoming the substance of what our mothers (no matter how great they are or were) could only be a shadow.

For those who may be new to the blog or new to OPBC, here are the links to my thoughts on what my mom taught me… PART 1, PART 2, PART 3

The Bullseye of Successful Motherhood (Beverley Chao Berrus)

We are deeply flawed mothers who have a flawless Savior. But there is hope for the unfaithful! Aim for faithfulness, and you will have an unequaled joy in Christ when everything is going right and when the laundry is piling up, the kids are fighting, and dinner is burning.

Weak Moms, Strong God (Sarah Walton)

I have the desire to bring up godly, well-balanced children, yet I often feel as though I never get beyond simply keeping bellies full, preventing World War III from breaking out in our home, and getting through the day — all while carrying a thousand-pound backpack filled with fears, doubts, grief, and weariness.

What I’ve Learned from the Mothers I Photograph (Helen Manson)

I’ve met many mothers through my travel and my work, in some of our planet’s most difficult places. These moms are remarkable. Each has a story, and each bears the beautiful image of God in how they nurture, love, and sacrifice for their children.

8 Things I Want My Toddler to Thank His Mom For (In 20 Years) (Carl Laferton)

But what do I hope he will say thank you for, in 20 years, as he looks back on having grown up with a Christian mother? Here’s what I’d love him to say as a 22-year-old, as he gives his mom some Mother’s Day chocolates (chocolates, not flowers, son—chocolates tend to get shared with fathers, while flowers just get looked at on mantelpieces).








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