Mother’s Day is one of memories and gratitude, smiles and gifts. I recall as a child going to church and trying to understand the symbolism behind each color of corsage worn. I remember feeling sad for those whose moms were no longer living.
Fast forward to my mid-twenties. While I celebrated my own mother…the last place I wanted to be was in a church that was all about Mother’s Day. A gift for the youngest mom, the oldest mom, the one with the most children…..and then ~all mothers called to the front. I would be left in the pew feeling that everyone was staring at me while I tried to hold back the tears. I longed for our baby in my arms.
Be mindful on this special day. There are many who have lost their precious children, others whose hearts ache to have a child, children who never knew a true mother, and many who’s mothers are no longer on this earth. Broken relationships. Tough love. It is a day to cherish. But is can also be a mournful day.
Two young women who are very special in my life….continue to pray to be blessed with a child. My heart hurts for them. But I find comfort in knowing that every evening, they are each held in the loving arms of their husbands. The very young men that I dreamed of someday holding…….now hold them.
For this child I prayed….1 Samuel 1:27