This Sunday is Mother’s Day. Just in case you didn’t know. If you didn’t, then you haven’t seen the rows and rows of flowery, pink, and sometimes sparkly cards lining every store you go into. You haven’t seen the chocolate boxes, the teddy bears, the sale racks of clothing someone thinks a mother somewhere would like to wear.
This is a day where many of you church-goers get to stand up with pride, after your Pastor encourages applause. This is a day where you get pampered, gifted, dined, and perhaps wined.
But for some, this is a day that serves as a fresh, constant reminder for a want, and an absence, for children, or for a loss. A day which brings a heaviness.
For the Mothers in their Hearts that have struggled, who have wrestled with the despair, the unfairness, the questioning of God’s plan for your life – you are not forgotten. You are not alone. You are as important, on this day, and every day.
For the Mothers who have had losses, in any stage – you are not forgotten. You are not alone. You are important, on this day, and every day.
For the Mothers who wait patiently for their adoptive children to be born and to be paired with them – you are not forgotten. You are not alone. You are important, on this day, and every day.
“For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the LORD, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.” – Jeremiah 29:11
Thinking of you. Praying with you.