Today, I want to honor my Mom, born this day X8 years ago (I’m not telling you her age—I said I wanted to honor her). Anyway, she has been longing to go to the Biltmore House for some time, so for her birthday, we bought her and my Dad tickets to tour the house. As I escorted them through the house today, I realized a great irony. While the wealth of the Vanderbilt’s was demonstrated with magnificent splendor in the largest home in America, touting 250 rooms with 43 bathrooms and amenities in 1895 that most of us lack even in this modern age, the richest of them all was the humblest of souls who I had the privilege and pleasure of ushering through this palace.
Seneca said, “Money has yet to make anyone rich.” And we see that daily with the lives of the wealthy falling apart. But when you are rich in character, thieves cannot steal it, poor choices cannot lose it, and adversity only multiplies its value. My Mom may not have a five-story chateáu like the Vanderbilt’s or their 65 fireplaces or their indoor swimming pool or their bowling alley in the basement or their 8,000 acres or even their Renoir and other valuable antiques but she has something far more precious—her character. To me, all the wealth in the world pales in comparison to what lies within the woman I call Mom. She is a truly awesome person, second only to Christ since of course she hasn’t walked on water, conquered death, or redeemed the lost. She is saintly, not godly, so I guess I’ll cut her some slack! Love you Mom!
Happy Birthday Mom!
A mother is the truest friend we have, when trials heavy and sudden, fall upon us; when adversity takes the place of prosperity; when friends who rejoice with us in our sunshine desert us; when trouble thickens around us, still will she cling to us, and endeavor by her kind precepts and counsels to dissipate the clouds of darkness, and cause peace to return to our hearts. ~Washington Irving