I’m not sure about other moms out there, but on a typical Mother’s Day morning, I sleep in, waking up to a quiet house, sun streaming in and the birds chirping outside, the smell of coffee and freshly made crepes in the air. My precious children ever so gently knock and walk in, fully dressed, hair combed, teeth thoroughly brushed, smiling, holding hands and carrying a tray with breakfast in bed and home-made Mother’s Day presents . . .
OK, I just can’t. . .
I’m kidding of course. Reality is oh so much messier, but oh so much more fun. Some years I truly have been spoiled with breakfast in bed but it’s typically served before 6 am and even our Mother’s Day mornings usually look a lot like more like the scene from Home Alone when everyone overslept and they nearly missed their flight, clothes flying, chaos reigning and people yelling over lost socks. . . If I’m honest, I wouldn’t really have it any other way . . . As a mom, I’m grateful for days like today where I am reminded to slow down and appreciate the beauty in our chaos.
But for as much joy as this time of year elicits for many, there are just as many of my friends & family that struggle on Mother’s Day. I know that out there, smiling at me at the grocery store, sitting next to me at church, driving by with the dark sunglasses on, are:
- women who have lost children, to cancer, to unexpected tragedy, to lives cut short,
- women & men who have lost their moms,
- women who want nothing more than to hear “I’m proud of you” from a mom or step mom who isn’t there anymore or just can’t seem to say it,
- there are single mom’s who struggle to get through each day because they’re doing it alone,
- mom’s who just want to stay in bed,
- mom’s whose kids walked away from God and everything they spent a lifetime teaching them,
- moms who don’t know what to do about the diagnosis or how their expectations of being a mom couldn’t be further from reality
- women who have cried over miscarriages and negative pregnancy tests,
- moms who LOVE their little blessings with all their might, but who sometimes daydream about running away, so maybe they could go to the bathroom alone FOR ONCE IN THEIR LIVES
- women who aren’t sure if having a husband or a family will ever be a part of their story
I wish I had a magic wand like the good fairies from Sleeping Beauty, where I could wave it and heal the hurt . . .
I don’t . . .
But God does. And it came in the form of his son, who he sent to this earth, to live a perfect life and die on a cross for us, so that we can have hope for a life beyond this one.
Here’s the thing, Jesus knew this world was hard. HE LIVED HERE. He lost his earthly father, he lived a life of ridicule and backbreaking work. He died a criminal’s death on a cross; a punishment designed to humiliate and draw out death in the most painful way possible. He reminded us though, before his death: “I have told you these things, so that in me you may have peace. In this world, you will have trouble. But take heart! I have overcome the world.” (John 16:33)
This world is temporary, these trials are temporary, these hurts are temporary, if our hope is in Jesus. It’s days like these, where life is real and raw, where we celebrate the joys, but we ache with our loved ones who are hurting, that we are reminded just how fallen a world we live in. These heartaches and hurt were never God’s design. He mourns with us and longs for the day when we are united with him and all is made right again. Today, I’m thankful for the little joys, the 5:55 am breakfast in bed, the hugs of my incredibly talented at fighting kids, and the knowledge that this world, with all the good, the bad and the ugly? This world is NOT MY HOME.
We’re ready for you Jesus, take us home.
Happy Mother’s Day.
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