To ALL Mother’s out there! This is YOUR day!
I in fact was not present yet….there is no other way to say it! Yet. I repeated this for good reason!
People were there in expectation of…. Where do we go from here?
Me? Oh, I almost forgot!
1. Pampers – She changed them all. Yeah! My dad helped too, but the chief was in charge.
2. Breastfeeding – sore nipples! I can never say I know how that feels! I am grateful.
3. Riding a bike? Who was proud? My Mother felt in her heart. That is my love…
4. Kindergarten? I need say NO more.
5. Snacks! Need I say more?
6. Bedtime stories!
7. Kneeling to pray.
8. Uhh! I did pee the bed. What?! You say. “I never did!” Uh! Yeah right! Fine! Mom and Dad took turns… but whose ‘baby’ was I?
9. High School? Never saw her cry. But ‘missingitis’ is real! So, now I know what she went through…I have suffered ‘missingitis’ as a Dad….Worse for Mother’s!
10. I could go on…but, I had an accident and who stayed on her knees praying by my bed for weeks? Getting up to use the bathroom and pray more? Who asked everyone to pray for me? The physical therapy, who took me? Sleepy as she was and sat with me while I learned to walk again!
Let’s pray for Mother’s the world over!
Please bless her, Lord, and comfort her. Help her loving heart to continue to love and give of herself to others. Strengthen her when she is down and give her hope when she is discouraged. Most of all, Lord, on this Mother’s Day and always, give my mother the graces she most needs and desires today, Amen.
Dear Father, we approach your throne on behalf of the mothers whom you have entrusted with the care of your most precious little ones. We thank you for creating each mom with a unique combination of gifts and talents. We thank you for the sacrifice of self each mom gives for her children. For the late nights spent rocking a colicky infant. For the hands calloused from washing, wiping, scrubbing, mixing, backing, stirring, hugging, patting, disciplining, holding, writing, erasing, painting, and pouring.
We thank you for the gift of time moms give for their kids, whether it’s stay-at-home moms, working moms, and moms who have some combination of the two. We thank you for the flexibility of moms, for their tirelessness, their perseverance, and their devotion.
We pray you give each mom strength. Help her to see in every mundane task the eternal, cosmic significance that you place on motherhood. Help her to understand that the most radical, world-changing events may be happening anonymously in her home. Help her to forgive those who undermine her significance.
We especially pray for single moms, who must lean solely on you for the fathering of their children. We thank you that you’re big arms surround children who may never know their earthly father. We also pray for mother who never had the honor of bearing children, but whose nurturing extends to the many poor and needy who crass the threshold of their lives.
We ask you to be the daily bread of tired mothers. We ask you to be their living water. We ask you to be their source of spiritual and physical strength. We pray that the same grace that flowed from Father to Son to us in salvation will flow from mothers to their children. We pray that each mother rejects perfectionism and instead embraces the goodness of the gospel. We pray the rhythms of repentance and forgiveness shape every home.
Lord, give each mother a worshipful reverence of you, the Creator and Sustainer of life. Help each mother to rest in the knowledge that they are but stewards of your children and that only your Spirit can produce change into the hearts of each boy and girl. May each mother find rest in you.
Most of all, Lord, on this day in which we honor mothers, may we love and cherish the special women who have born us, who have nurtured us, and who have prayed for our well-being. May our hearts overflow with gratitude to you, who formed and knitted each of us in a mother’s womb. Amen
Give praise and glory to God in ALL things, where did it all start? 9 months? Shorter if you are a preliminary birth.
Pushing/screaming/tears… best not to remember! Mom’s don’t! Pain as the blessing that you are and have been comes to fruition!
Your cries? Music!
Wow! Happy all-ways Mom’s, thank you does not begin to touch on what we feel. In no Man’s words “I Love, need, respect and cherish you! Amen”