At Shiloh, We Don’t Have Any “Perfect” Moms
Many years ago, my own dear Mom was discussing the possible shortfalls in her mastery of maternal matters.
‘You’re not a perfect Mom…’ Suddenly, I realized how that might sound. ‘But you’ve been a perfectly good Mom!’ Quick! Explain yourself, Kevin! “Perfect” skillets hang in stores. They’re worthless because they’ve done nothing.
When Denice and I came to Shiloh as homeparents in July 1983, my Mom gave us a newly purchased 15-inch cast-iron skillet. She had already taken the time and effort to season the hefty pan—not because Denice couldn’t, but so she wouldn’t have to.
The journey from ‘perfect but worthless’ to ‘purposefully priceless’ had begun.
Built with ample capacity for a big Shiloh family, that frying pan was chosen by my Mom, anointed with oil, and tested in the fire. It was blessed and pressed into Christ’s service. After four decades of searing heat, scraping, and scouring, it continues to serve countless delicious meals to family, friends, and innumerable guests.
At Shiloh, we don’t have any “perfect” moms, but we do have six “perfectly good Moms.” Their hearts have ample capacity for their big Shiloh families; they are specially chosen, blessed, and pressed into Christ’s service.
When you pray for our families and partner financially to care for our children, you continue that glorious legacy of ‘Perfectly Good Moms.’
Thanks, Mom! Kevin Blew