Guest Room//Mother's Day

Tomorrow is my most favourite and most hard day of the year.

To celebrate my mom? Easiest job ever. But like, tenderly easy, because I realize how many people don't easily love their moms. How lucky I am to be loved by the best lady I know! My dad for years has said he married the best lady ever, and that he hopes everybody can say that about their spouse.

I won the mom lottery. And I hope you did too. And if you didn't, I pray you see women in your life who have mothered you if your blood/birth mom couldn't do it quite right.

Sometimes it's only when we are brave enough to call our circumstance good that we realize we are better off than we had thought. Who is a non-typical mother figure you could thank tomorrow?

And then I think of my own heart. Maybe yours too, fellow empty womb woman. Married or not, those of us with an unfulfilled longing to be called mom share something.

I had a bunch of words written but honestly they're a bit too close to me to share today.

Sometimes all I need when I'm feeling tender and alone is a gentle reminder that I am not.

So here's some truth to pray aloud with faith to the One who hears, sees, and knows:

I run for dear life to God, I’ll never live to regret it. Do what you do so well: get me out of this mess and up on my feet. Put your ear to the ground and listen, give me space for salvation. Be a guest room where I can retreat; you said your door was always open! You’re my salvation — my vast, granite fortress.  Psalm 71:1-3 MSG

And, dear one: If you need a bigger gulp of truth, read Psalm 107 in The Message. Let yourself read yourself in the words because then your lonely heart can be comforted by the One who pulled you from death to life.

I'm with you in this long and lovely and hard and beautiful journey called life. I believe God is good and with us, and that He really really really cares for you and me.

Reminder: sorrow and momentary sadness doesn't equal discontentment.  

 

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