My friend and I talk about it…how we shouldn’t expect breakfast in bed and flowers and everything to come up roses on Mother’s Day. We talk about how we can set ourselves up for disappointment on a day that should be a celebration. How we should instead spend the day thinking more about our mothers, about the women who’ve mothered us in the faith, about the women who long to be called, ‘mother.’
I come home to the chaos of this season…and lay the grilled cheese on the pan to fry. Brennan’s making cars and Carolyn’s making dinosaurs, Rebekah’s making a mess and Elaine’s making noise. I make the sandwiches, slice the cucumbers and the pears and remember it-what it means to be a mother-to make a way for these little ones.
After all, children should not have to save up for their parents, but parents for their children.
2 Corinthians 12:14
The gift of mothering is just that: the gift of getting to mother. To give and give and give some more. That is the gift. Isn’t it more blessed to give than to receive? So, this Mother’s Day, I’m not expecting anything, really, except more opportunity to mother. I’m praying for more grace to save up for my children so that I can spend these days well-receiving from Christ and then giving and giving and giving (even on Mother’s Day.)
Will you give with me for a few minutes and pray for Costa Rica today?
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