My mother was probably a lot like yours. She loved people, and she went about doing good. In fact, she lived a life devoted to doing good and being good.
Because of her, I have a desire to praise all mothers for what they are and what they do. Heber J. Grant taught that “No one ever has surpassed or ever will surpass the achievement of a woman when she becomes a mother” (CR). No prophet ever said a truer thing.
David O. McKay also said it:
The noblest office or calling in the world is motherhood. True motherhood is the most beautiful of all arts, the greatest of all professions. She who can paint a masterpiece, or who can write a book that will influence millions, deserves the admiration and the plaudits of mankind; but she who rears successfully a family of healthy, beautiful sons and daughters, whose immortal souls will exert an influence throughout the ages long after paintings shall have faded, and books and statues shall have decayed or been destroyed deserves the highest honor that man can give, and the choicest blessings of God. (TPC)
“Him [or her] that overcometh will I make a pillar in the temple of my God” (Rev. 3:12)
My mother struggled through long years of increasing blindness and deafness and immobility before the end drew near. I was alone at my mother’s bedside five days before she died. She was changed from when I had seen a few days previous. She seemed focused, almost majestic. I held her hand through long moments of silence. As I searched her face and thought about her life, a word formed in my heart. The word was invulnerable. I knew I was looking at a person who was beyond the reach of Satan.
She would not have believed that. My mother never felt she was good enough. Like so many others, she was certain that she had not measured up the divine standard. How I wish I could have been close by when she met the Lord and found out how good she really was.
Sitting in her room, looking at her almost transparent features (she was beautiful that day), I knew that she had overcome the world by the power of her purity because throughout her entire life, she had been good.
I had another thought. D&C 60:4 and 101:3 both speak of a day when the Lord will “come to make up [his] jewels.” The righteous on that day will be precious gemstones in the crown of the Redeemer. In that day, they will indeed be his “peculiar treasure” (Exodus 19:5). Mother had become a polished stone. Just a few more strokes with the jeweler’s cloth, I seemed to hear the Spirit say, and she will be finished.
C.S. Lewis said it this way:
When [Christ] said “be perfect” He meant it. He meant that we must go in for the full treatment. It is hard, but the sort of compromise we are all hankering after is harder—in fact, it is impossible. It may be hard for an egg to turn into a bird, but it would be a jolly sight harder for it to learn to fly while remaining an egg. We are like eggs at present. And you cannot go on indefinitely being just an ordinary, decent egg. We must be hatched or go bad. (Mere Christianity, pp. 198, 199)
Mom did not “go bad.” She went in for the “full treatment” and she hatched. How wonderful it is to think of her now—still good, free again, and finally flying. – by Ted Gibbons