Today is a hard day for some, many actually. Whether you are a mom or not, one thing we can all settle on is that we have a mo
ther. She may be your biological birth mom, a chosen mom (like a mentor), a stepmother that loves you as her own, or an adoptive mother who in every way is your mom. Some of these relationships are sweet and joyful and others are painful and hard; yet some may be a combination of it all. If your mother is here on earth, I would encouarge you to give thanks for her today, regardless of the tempermant of your relationship.
Jesus tells us in 1 Thessalonians 5:16-18, “rejoice always, pray continually, give thanks in all circumstances; for this is God’s will for you in Christ Jesus.” This may seem hard today but the Lord will never ask us to do something that is not for our good and for an eternal benefit. You may not see the fruit of the situation yet, but trust that it’s being worked out in God’s Timing.
If your Mother is no longer here on earth, then maybe the following perspective from my journey willencourage you. Today is a both a joy-filled day and a hard day. I am filled with joy as I sit with my kids and granddaughter and gives thanks for these amazing blessings. And at the same time grieve that I do not have my mother here.
Today is hard. It still doesn’t seem real. Losing both parents at milestones in my life has grown and stretched me in ways the world would call suffering, unfair and tragic. All of which I have said. But, I can say without a doubt, it’s caused me to yearn for Jesus in ways I never would have otherwise. My desire to honor my parents was very strong, but my desire to stand before God and say I did my best to use the time you entrusted to me, to be as faithful as possible is far more important. To honor God, to give praise and thanksgiving for the good and the bad times, knowing He can and will use it, is a promise I can hang my hat on. It’s what allows me to breathe when my chest may feel tight. It’s also what gives purpose to the days when the paper remains blank and it reminds me who I am and whose I am. Mom’s advice was always “choose not to take offense.” My response to the struggles of this world is what I am held accountable for. Will I choose to represent Christ or will I fight to do it my way?
Will I choose to love God and to love others? I know Mom chose Christ and she gets to stand before Him, a faithful servant of the
time
He entrusted to her.
My prayer is, may I be found just as faithful.
-I miss you and love you with all my hear,t Mom- Thank you for teaching me about Jesus
