Sunday, May 10, 2009

Mother’s Day



For you created my inmost being; you knit me together in my mother's womb. I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; your works are wonderful, I know that full well. My frame was not hidden from you when I was made in the secret place. When I was woven together in the depths of the earth, your eyes saw my unformed body. All the days ordained for me were written in your book before one of them came to be. (Psalm 139: 13-16, NIV)

Somewhere in the annals of time and place our lives were carefully crafted and purposed. The pages of our histories were filled with triumphant tales and fleeting failings. Each gift and talent was placed within, and our design was fashioned by the Master’s hand. All that was left was a place, in my case a family, to foster love and further development.

What amazes me most is how parents reflect God’s love. They deal with our childish games, encourage us when we are down and forgive all the unlovely things we say and do. The following is a passage my mother, seen holding me in the photo above, wrote in my baby book. To me, it reveals a mother’s tenderheartedness.

I remember when you cried your first “real” tears. You were nine days old, and I was giving you a bath…It didn’t take long for that first tear to roll down your face. I felt like some horrible meanie to be giving you such terrible treatment—namely the bath. I couldn’t take those tears, and soon I was crying just as hard as you were. So I sat down with you in the rocker and rocked you…It sure hurt to see you cry, but it didn’t hurt enough to stop me from bathing you again—which you didn’t like any more than you did the first time.

Can you see how that passage is a picture of God’s love for us? Sometimes in life we go through things we may not want to experience, and God puts people in our lives to comfort us and get us through hard times.

My mother and I are very passionate people. We have laughed and cried together many times over the last 31 years, and one day the same arms that held me will hold my little girl or boy. In honor of Mother’s Day, I leave you with this poem I’ve written for my mother, as well as the mothers, aunts, grandmothers and sisters who have impacted my life.


As Joseph fell on the neck of his father,
So I have fallen into her arms.
Her embrace is shelter from distress—her melodies soothing to the soul.
She is fearfully and wonderfully made,
And I am woven from her cloth.
In her bright eyes I see an unbridled passion for art and beauty, which reflects in my own.
How pensive are her words and brilliant her mind.
She inspires me to strive for greatness.
I cherish her friendship and love.




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