Thinking of all the Mothers

Mothers day will be here in just a few days. If I were to write about my mom, I would need more than just a blog. My mom is strong, she is sassy in her own cute way, she is brave, she is selfless. As I get older, I cherish her more and more. I wish I could go back in time to my teenage years when I thought I knew everything and re-do that part of my life. Yeah, I was wrong about everything, I knew absolutely nothing.  

As I get ready to celebrate my mom this holiday, I can't help but think of all those women who are missing someone. Mother’s Day can feel more like a day of mourning than a day of celebration. It stands as a reminder of what many have lost. Perhaps it’s a woman who lost her child through miscarriage, stillbirth, illness, or tragedy. Maybe it’s a woman who lost her mother. It may be an infertile woman who is pleading and praying for the gift of motherhood. Maybe it’s a woman who had an abortion long before she came to Christ. No matter the circumstance, the pain and suffering experienced, my heart goes out to you today. My prayer this week has been for YOU. That in the mist of so much pain you are truly reminded of how wonderful and loving our heavenly father is. 

Today I acknowledge those of you who are hurting this year.  God has not forgotten. YOU are not forgotten.”  

To the woman looking at yet another negative pregnancy test. 

To the woman holding only a memory of a heartbeat. 

To the woman staring at a gravestone.  

To the daughters missing their mom. 

To the women who are spiritual mothers and are still believing for children of their own.  

I see your bravery every time you smile and every time you get out of bed and every time you hold a baby that isn’t yours and every time you give the honest answer about how many children you have. I see your sacrifice when you show up to church or to work or to your best friend’s baby shower even though it hurts like hell. I see how strong you are remembering your mom and the wonderful women she was even though remembering brings so much pain.  

I see your compassion when you weep over another’s story of loss and heartache.  

I see your faith when you praise the God who could have stopped this pain. 

I see you. And I am so grateful for your example.  

Those women who I know that walk tall with so much grace and are strong despite of what has happened.

Your example has changed me. 

On a day when you might feel forgotten or lost or unsure of your place, know this: You are a mother. I see you. And I am so grateful for you. 

And more importantly, God sees you. Every sleepless night, every tear. Every single one.  

Psalm 56.8 says: “YOU HAVE KEPT COUNT OF MY TOSSINGS; PUT MY TEARS IN YOUR BOTTLE.” 

On this day that feels heavy and hard, I hope you know and treasure this above all else: that you are loved and seen today by a God who is powerful enough to heal your broken heart, a God who is ever-present, never leaving you alone, a God who is Sovereign, always in control, a God who is faithful, committed and loyal and constant, unwavering, a God who loves you unconditionally, with a never stopping never giving up unbreaking always and forever kind of love, a God who is attentive and aware.  

He sees you, He knows. And He has never left your side and He never will. Because He loves you.  

I pray you know and believe today that you are more loved than you could ever imagine. 

Happy Mother’s Day sweet friend. I’m praying for you today.