It is my contention that the
mothers I’ve been blessed to be loved by are the best that have ever been
assembled for any little boy. All my life I have been surrounded by a unique
cadre of women that have poured their lives into me and each have deeply influenced
the character and nature found in the man I have become. My mom, Linda Carol
Bowling Adkins is, to this day, the most kind, supportive and tender mother I have
ever known. When I'm sick I still think of her making me a "nest" and
sitting on the side of the couch while she would rub my head and tuck in the
covers around me. She'd make me tomato soup and a grilled cheese sandwich (my
sick meal) and was the general who would subdue my illness at the wave of her
hand.
Her mother, Orpha Cordella Smith Bowling
(who has been with Jesus for quite some time and is greatly missed) was a
strong, hard-working and funny woman who took great pride in gathering her
family together and cooking big meals. She was more like a pioneering frontier
woman who ran her home well and delivered her first child while her husband was
in North Africa fighting a war. I can testify that
my mom's tender side was balanced by the example of the firm hand she learned
from her mother. I can embarrassingly say that I (inappropriately and
disrespectfully) got in my mom's face once... ONCE. When I got up off the floor
I made the decision I would never get in her face again. ;) She has been our
caretaker, our nurse, our cheerleader, our rudder, our disciplinarian, our
teacher and our adviser. I am a blessed man to have had her nurture and shape
me.
My dad’s mom, Patsy Ruth Stidham
Adkins (who is presently suffering from Alzheimer’s) was the picture of a
humble, loving, Christ-like and submissive wife. Her home was spotless as she
cared for her three boys and her Evangelist husband (who traveled extensively and
was outside of the home far more than anyone would have wanted). She was a
servant. If you looked up “graciousness” in the dictionary you would find her
picture. As a young girl she was even the conduit that led her mother, Mary
Virginia Summerville Stidham (my great-grandmother) to the Lord when, as a
little girl, she would get up, dress and go to church even without her family…
until the day that Great-Gran decided to follow her little girl to church. The
rest, as they say, is history. I believe that my call to ministry is due in
part to these godly women who prayed fervently for every family member, friend,
neighbor, acquaintance and complete stranger they heard needed prayer. I can
close my eyes and picture walking into my Great-Gran’s house. I hear WEMM on the radio
(the one that sat on top of her refrigerator). I see her over in the corner
of her kitchen cleaning up after her tea and can hear that she is talking to Jesus about her family. I’d come in quietly just to hear who she was
praying for. I miss her terribly as well as her daughter, Patsy (my Mamaw Adkins). I am heartbroken that this
disease has taken her from us. Her encouragement to live the way Jesus would want
me to live still rings in my ears.
And then there is my sweet Michelle
Lynette Slater Adkins. Anyone who knows me at this point in my life can testify
that I would not be who I am were it not for the mother of my children. If the
women above shaped the first 23 years of my life and set the foundation for who
I would be, this one woman has broadened the last 18 years of my life and helped to grow me in ways that I would
have never imagined. I must also recognize my dear mother-in-law, Janet Louise
Burgess Slater, who helped to shape my Michelle into the woman that would help
to shape me. I am eternally grateful for her influence, care and love for my
sweet bride. Michelle swooped into my life and changed me. I learned about
travel, compassion, giving, selflessness, priorities, forgiveness, friendship,
love and so many other things that just sound so cliché. This is the woman who told
me that she believed in me and believed that I could indeed finish that little
two-year degree that I had been struggling to finish. She told me that not only
did she think I could do that, but that I could go on to do more (remember this
girl had a master’s degree before I even had a degree). She encouraged me, supported
me, believed in me and has pushed me to be the best I can be. Now, after 4 degrees and working on a 5th, this woman is still there caring for and encouraging me
all the while blessing my home beyond what I deserve and is helping to shape
our two little boys into the men they will become just like those women did for
me so many years earlier. Thanks to her I am a blessed man indeed. Who deserves
such a life?
These unique women have shaped me
into the man I am. Whatever good that may be in me can for the most part be
attributed to them. Whatever mistakes I've made has come about due to my
disregarding their instruction or meandering away from their guidance. To these
women and to all the other moms that are sacrificially giving of their lives
for the benefit of their children, I say to you, “Happy Mother’s Day!” Your children will be blessed if you can be half the mom these moms have been to me.