"A Greater than Momma has Come."

I want to share some of my thoughts and recollections of someone that hopefully all who may read this today may identify with my account of a mother. It's "Mother's Day" and as I was thinking about my mother, who is still living and is eighty-three years old. First of all, I've always called her "Momma",pronouced the way it looks, that name to me has always seemed what a little kid would call his mother. I can assure you that I called the name "Momma" alot through the years and still do! Momma!

I was thinking if you've ever thought of this person called "Momma" as I have, she was the one that at the very beginning of life was the closest. In fact, for nine months "Momma" held you inside her body. She was your protection, she was your supply of food, she heard your every heart beat because you were near to her. It was her comfort she gave up to comfort you. And finally, after those hours of labor, when you came out from her into this world, it was only the beginning of "Momma's Work"!

From the very start, once you were out of the secluded place of only her presence,you wanted to be close to her. Protection, food, and closeness took on a whole new meaning for you! You were under Momma's watchful eye and care and that was a good feeling to know. Let's think back just a moment about Momma's watchful eye. I am the third child born out of seven children, three boys and four girls. Some of you kids born today according to statistics on the family, where I believe I read that has 2.4 children in the family,I don't don't know how they come up with that number, you don't know what you're missing! Momma's eye didn't miss a thing, she always knew what was going on, what needed to be done, and she was always our protection, supply, and the one we came running to be near!

I remember this about "Momma", her attitude was that we are in this thing together! She always wanted to keep us together! We went every where that Momma and Daddy went! If she couldn't take her kids, she didn't go! Oh, I remember visiting kinfolk but she always made sure that she knew that we were safe.

I remember one night when I was eight and my brother Randy was four I think, we had to sleep in the same bed back then, and it was past time to be asleep. Everyone is in their beds, all nine of our family members, (seven of us and Momma and Daddy)and Randy and I had the giggles and our bedroom had a door going to our parents room and another door to our sisters bedroom, there was no such thing as a hall in that house, every room had two doors which went to two other rooms. It's a week night, my Dad is a brickmason, which he has been working all day and is tired and has got to get up in the morning to go to work. We've already been given the last warning to be quiet and go to sleep! We just can't stop talking our giggling. So, in one last effort to stop this laughing matter, you know who comes up with a plan. Only "Momma" can come up with a plan that will turn our laughter into mourning! Daddy told Momma not to do her plan because it would scare us to death! She slips out of her bed, and she crawls in the darkness of that summer night, back then we slept with the windows raised, no air-conditioner in the house. She eases to the foot of our bed and we are talking and giggling to each other and all of a sudden there is a tug on our bed sheet. Randy didn't feel the first tug because of our laughing and moving so much, but I did and my laughter was about to turn to mourning. "Randy did you pull that cover?" I said. "No," he said. About that time "Momma' pulled the cover again! I said: "Was that you that pulled that sheet?" Randy said: "It was you!" I said: " No it wasn't! Somebody in this room!" When I said that, Randy let out a scream, he was on his back and he bounced straight up grabbing the sheet with both hands and as he came back on the bed, he covered up with all of the sheet! I have no cover and no protection from the burgular! My next words were loud, real loud! "Daddy! There's somebody in our room! By this time, "Momma" can't stop sniggering at the foot of the bed! Daddy knows... and says you boys better go to sleep, it's just your "Momma"! Never in our lives were Randy and I so glad it was "Momma"! Our mourning was turned to laughter, although it took the next day for the sound to come out! I could probably write a book on growing up with "Momma"!

I love my "Momma" and she's the greatest, but I'm sure that your's is the greatest to you. I hope that she is. Maybe, you don't have the memories of your "Momma" like I have but there is one that wants to be your protection, your supply, and He wants to be near you so much! The Heavenly Father who knows...., who gave His only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in Him shall not perish, but have Everlasting Life! He's more than "Momma" can be! Believe Him this day! You need Him! He loves you! Call on Jesus Christ, He will save you from all your fears! A greater than "Momma" has come! "Jesus Christ!" May God bless you and all the "Mommas" today!