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Her Name was Margott
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My mother, Margott, taught me unforgettable lessons. Through her, I learned to admire women as great human beings. As a child, she endured long absences from her father. Being the eldest sibling to her brothers, she had to face harsh household duties, while her mother tried to make a living as a merchant in an agricultural part of the country. My grandmother was also absent during weekdays, leaving her children to be cared for by a widowed sister. My mother had to grow up quickly and learn that life was not as easy.

As a little girl, I remember my mother would often tell me Bible stories about heroines such as Ruth, Esther, Sarah, and Hannah. Such extraordinary women! Sometimes I would imagine being with them, and when my mother would go back to her chores, I would once again relive every episode that she had narrated with incredible passion.

My mom had an ingenious talent to transform all kinds of grains and vegetables into the most delicious concoctions that I had ever tasted. And what she prepared for the Sabbath, it was a true feast.

During the cold winters in our country located at the last place on earth (as a famous singer described it), my mother’s restless hands would knit beautiful sweaters and ponchos for her children. After we wore them for a year, mom would take them back and undo them completely. Then, she would fill a pot with hot water and would drop a quillay* leaf into the water. She washed the wool in the soapy, perfumed water, rinsing it several times. Then, she hung them out to dry under the warm afternoon sun. Once dry, she called us to help her make balls of wool.  And the transformation would take place!  She mixed colors and stitches and in just a few weeks, she would show us her miraculous product: "new" sweaters and ponchos that even the best stores in the world would have envied.


That’s what I call being a provider. Where there was little or nothing, she could make something; restoring, transforming, and making it even better.

The Master did the same with us. He came to this lost world to save us. He came to a world that was desolate. He came for us…a pile of nothing that deserved no more than death. He, not only, sought us. He found us. He immersed us in his fragrant water, washed us, and restored us. He transformed us and made us into his most beautiful creation.

Is that not amazing?

"She shops around for the best yarns and cottons, and enjoys knitting and sewing… First in the morning, she dresses for work, rolls up her sleeves, eager to get started… She doesn’t worry about her family when it snows; their winter clothes are all mended and ready to wear… and she always faces tomorrow with a smile” (Proverbs 31:13-21). 

*Indian word meaning tree of great size (also called stick of soap), whose wood boiled is used like soap to wash fabrics.

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