One would think this day would be me great joy; for I am a mother. But to me it’s another reminder of years of hurt, of friends and family hurting.
I’m not saying it’s not enjoyable to be celebrated or to celebrate. My mother is one of my best friends. I couldn’t imagine life without her. And she deserves to be celebrated; for her sacrifice, love, encouragement, and grace.
I can celebrate her everyday…just as she deserves to be.
But there are others; friends and siblings who have lost their mother, plenty of friends who have been told they can never have children, and those still awaiting motherhood. No matter how much you try to celebrate others and try to avoid your own heart emotions, they creep up. There’s a void on this day. A hurt in your heart. I remember the years we waited for this…and to be honest now that it’s here, being celebrated isn’t on the top of my list.
To me it’s just another day.
To you who are hurting, who are waiting, who are trying to understand, who are grieving, who need hope, who want to hide from reality today…
I’m not offering words of “encouragement” like so many offer: everyone is a mother to someone , at least you had your mother for quite some time, you’ll be a mother soon…I’m offering you the hope from the one who knows.
”For we do not have a high priest who is unable to sympathize with our weaknesses, but one who in every respect has been tempted as we are, yet without sin. Let us then with confidence draw near to the throne of grace, that we may receive mercy and find grace to help in time of need.” Hebrews 4:15-16
My flesh and my heart may fail, but God is the strength of my heart and my portion forever. Psalm 73:26
He is with you. He will carry you. He will wipe the tears. He will hold your hand. He hears your cries. He knows your pain. He is near. He is enough.
Thinking of all of you, who are waiting, hoping, hurting, grieving on this day.
Sending hugs and love.