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I vividly remember the day. Fourth grade. My dad standing awkwardly outside my elementary school doors, the trek back to our house full of unusually vulnerable tears.

Mom had cancer. Prognosis unknown.

But seven years and one relapse later, she was cancer free. And today, November 5, 2010, marks her 20th year of health.

I wish I always understood God. How He works. The formula. Why He sometimes heals miraculously. Other times through medicine. And many times not at all.

Today there are many of you facing a deadly prognosis. Or worse yet, mourning an empty chair at your family’s table.

No cheap answers.

All I can tell you is that, over and over again, I’ve found real-life, tangible comfort in a God who is with me as much in the pain as He is in the celebration. We’ve definitely known both.

But today we celebrate. A gift. Two extra decades with a beautiful, godly woman we call mom.


No Comparison

Erik Cooper —  May 9, 2009 — 5 Comments

When it comes to moms, mine is the best.  No seriously.  I see all you posting Mother’s Day niceties in your blogs,  and on Facebook and Twitter.  I’m sure they’re all sweet ladies, but I’m sorry, there is no comparison. It’s like Tiger Woods vs. the field.  There’s no question who sits atop the leaderboard as the world’s number one.  If you find that offensive, I’m sorry.  I don’t apologize for the truth.


I’m sure my mom is human, but there are days I honestly wonder.  As I look back over the landscape of my life, I owe so much of the stability and trajectory of who I am to her.  Never have I met a more nurturing woman, so full of selflessness and genuine concern for others over herself.  Gifted with endless patience, she put up with a house full of men who found it easy to take advantage of her willingness to serve them.  She was (and still is) always there.  Whenever I look behind me, I know I’ll see her.  Smiling, encouraging, loving, and most importantly praying.

But the thing I undoubtedly love most is how fully she has embraced her calling to maternal leadership, even beyond my brother and me.  She has realized the honor of replicating herself into the lives of all those she touches.  I find my deepest sense of pride in what I see her investing in her non-biological children.  A calling all of us share, but few of us embrace.

The Bible says, “From everyone who has been given much, much will be demanded; and from the one who has been entrusted with much, much more will be asked.” My family was given way more than we deserve, but my mom continues, and continues, and continues to give back so much more.  I hope the same can be said about me.

None of us choose our family, so I’m so grateful for the Hand of Providence that placed me into Karen Cooper’s care.  I don’t deserve a mom like her.  None of us do.  I love you mom.  Keep modeling replication for all of us (I’m happy to share you with the rest of the world).  Proud to be your son.  Happy Mother’s Day.