This Sunday is Mother’s Day and I hope that you all come with your mama’s, your sons and daughters, and your grandchildren and greatgrandchildren. It’s a day to worship as a family and to see how deep our connections go. It’s a day to remember our mamas, and how deep our love endures.
My mama is an amazing woman of great strength, never-ending faith, and sure compassion. She never talked ill of anyone, and if I did in her presence, she would gently remind me that we all have our stuff. She would move the furniture around by herself, bake bread…teaching me how to knead it with her till it was “just right”, and provide emotional and faith support for people all around the world. I know, cuz I listened in on many one-sided conversations… I guess she taught me how to have compassion that way…
It’s not that mama’s perfect. But it’s that she’s perfect in love. No matter what happens, I know mama will be there on the other end of the phone when I need an understanding heart. And I know she will tell me it’s going to be alright, and she will end up praying for me…right there on the phone…until the calm returns.
Every mama was created for love. Maybe you are one. Maybe you wish you were. Maybe you never wanted that title attached to your personhood. It’s okay. Mostly I want you to know that you are loved, that you are loving, and that you are lovely. All in God’s eyes…the One who made you just like you are (thanks Ruthanne!).
Oh, yeah,…this Mother’s Day, I’m baptizing our grandson! Think I’ll cry?
In faith, hope, and a mama’s love,