To Those Who...We Celebrate

For the mothers and daughters, husbands and sons out there, did you home have fun celebrating Mother's Day? I hope so.

The following is used with permission from Pastor Dan Mead:

To those who gave birth this year to their first child--we celebrate with you.

To those who lost a child this year--we mourn with you.

Tho those who experienced loss this year through miscarriage, failed adoptions, or running away--we mourn with you.

To those who walk the hard path of infertility, fraught with pokes, prods, tears, and disappointment--we walk with you. Forgive us when we say foolish things. We don't mean to make this harder than it is.

To those who are adoptive moms, foster moms, mentor moms, and spiritual moms--we need you.

To those who have warm and close relationships with your children--we celebrate with you.

To those who have disappointment, heartache, and distance with your children--we sit with you in grief.

To those who lost their mothers this year--we grieve with you.

To those who lived through driving tests, medical tests, and the overall testing of motherhood--we are better for having you in our midst.

To those who will have emptier nests in the upcoming year--we grieve and rejoice with you.

And to those who are pregnant with new life, both expected and surprising--we anticipate with you.

This Mother's Day, we walk with you. Mothering is not for the faint of heart and we have real warriors in our midsts. We remember you.

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May the Lord bless your family and all the mothers.

Comments

Janice said…

That is a lovely all-encompassing sentiment for Mother's Day. Thank you for sharing it.

Blessings,
Janice

09:45

Mary Vee Storyteller said…

Yeah, I thought so too, Janice and was so happy I could get the print out from Pastor Mead.

09:47

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