it’s quite the emotional day, isn’t it, this thing we call mother’s day? for one woman it brings excitement, free facials, and breakfast in bed while for another, the wait or the hurt of the other 364 days of the year is magnified to the point of taking her breath away. with those women in mind – as well as the countless other women taking each step of each day as best as they’re able – i give you just a few of the stories i’ve been honored to tell.
to the girl who is becoming a mother for the first time, i rejoice with you over the new life god has created.
to the ones who are waiting, i remember those days of longing and how it frustrated me to hear over and over that the wait would be worth it. but when the judge finally said, congratulations, he’s your son, my tears confessed to just how right everyone had been.
to the moms who hear hard things but squeeze every ounce of love out of their tender hearts anyway, i marvel at your strength.
to the ones who listen to the doctors say, it’s back but continue to walk in joy and peace, i praise the lord for holding you up, and i speak your names regularly in prayer.
there are those who pour themselves out for the sake of loving a child who grew in another woman’s belly, and to you i say, i know it isn’t easy, but your work is holy.
finally, there are precious women – many who are friends of mine – who will spend this mother’s day with a deep ache that won’t go away this side of glory. they may weep over what isn’t or their cries may be for what was but is no more. no matter why they fall, your tears aren’t wasted. i see you and i hurt with you, but that pales in comparison to the love and compassion of the One who not only sees your tears, but counts them, every one.
whether rejoicing or walking in sorrow, may mother’s day this year be one that draws all of ours eyes upward to the father who is constant, gentle, and ever faithful and loving.
*photos from my daughter’s funeral by justin poland.