Friend, if you are dreading Mother’s Day, I see you.
Twenty-two years ago, we said our final goodbye in this life to our only child. My first Mother’s Day was experienced with excruciatingly empty arms. Since then, I have had 5 miscarriages and two failed adoptions. Mother’s Day stings.
I don’t hate Mother’s Day. I treasure my mother and I celebrate her. I am overwhelmed with gratefulness at the privilege of being called “Mama” by five amazing humans. I am hugely thankful for the spiritual mothers and selfless women who have poured into me.
But the pain of the day is not lost on me. I see empty arms. I see longing hearts. I see silent tears. I see the motherless, the childless, the widower, the abused, the abandoned, the neglected, the bereaved. I see grief beyond measure. I see you.
And I see grace. Grace for every hard moment. Grace for healing and hope. Grace for a future. Because we are seen and loved – you and I – by One Who knows the sting. And His grace provides a peace that surpasses all understanding.
So come to church on Mother’s Day. Let someone hug your neck. Let someone cry with you. Come grieve a little, and then, together, we will bask in the light and love of the One Who will make all things whole.
May 2022