Pastor René Bogue
For all the flowers you see around this time of year, you might not know how hard a time this can be. You might not see the eyes averted as broken people walk past the displays. We cannot see inside the heart.
Your story might be a good one. Your mom may fit the Hallmark verse, and this might be an easy day for you to honor her. You might be that mom yourself. You may be woken up on Mothers’ Day with cold eggs, warm orange juice and a fist full of flowers. I had those beautiful mornings years ago, and it is precious.
But you may be in the majority. You may be missing your mom who has gone on before you. You may be missing those little faces that greeted you too early in the morning. You may, like me, have had a mom who didn’t know how to be present, who doesn’t fit any of the cards. Your own arms may ache for the baby you lost, or the one you never had.
For those – for us – the magnifying glass that is “Mothers’ Day” can be brutal.
This year, let’s let the day be, and let’s celebrate all women.
This year, let’s be about the nurturing heart, the love of beauty, and the strength of the feminine soul. This year, I invite you to join me in looking past the cliché and the sales pitch, and embracing our womanhood. Let’s buy our own flowers – for us, for others – and treat ourselves gently this year. Let’s acknowledge our pain, and let’s share ourselves and our stories.
Mostly, let’s take time to fully realize our belovedness in Christ. Let us take a little time to see the beauty that He made, His creative goodness in us, and remember that His care and love for you is unique, deep, and beyond any hope or expectation. You are His child. You are His best work.
“Our lives are unique stones in the mosaic of human existence -- priceless and irreplaceable.”
― Henri J.M. Nouwen, Life of the Beloved
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