Yesterday was Mother's day, a specific day set aside for society to remember to appreciate the woman who gave her all to raise them. I think this is a great thing to have a reminder like this. If it's not on my to do list it probably won't get done.
To my joy, my Patrick called me from Afghanistan, my Sarah instant messaged me and shared with me a number of her favorite childhood books, the rest of my girls worked on taking care of me, and my sweet husband came home early with flowers and prepared a yummy supper for me.
How do I tell them that this one day of honor doesn't measure up to the rest of the year? How does one day measure up to all the hours of holding them when they are frightened, sick or hurt.
The endless hours of watching over them as they sleep, because they are sick.
All the times they have fallen and my heart has skipped a beat in fear.
The heartbreak, disappointment, and tears over relationships.
No single day can measure the prayers, tears, and fears spent over them, the restless hours of waiting,
the laughter of joy and success.
No one day can measure all of that, the joy of being a mother, of being so blessed to be trusted with something as precious as a child. To be willing to lay down my life to protect them from danger, to sacrifice for the things they need, to love them when they are unlovable, all the time in prayer for them. What a precious gift each one has been to me. How thankful I am that the Lord has blessed me with each one of them.
One day a year to measure all of that. Not even close. How can I begin to measure all of that in one day, let alone in words. And to think that My God loves them more than I do, that he loves us more than I can even begin to comprehend. What an awesome God I have that gives me such gifts as these children.
But he doesn't stop there, for his love is even greater than any mother could have for her child.
When I cry out Abba father, he is there, holding me, loving me. Even when I cry out in anger and frustration. When I turn from what he would want from me to fulfill my own selfish desires. When I would be anything but loveable. When I have my tantrums from prayers not answered the way I thought they should be.
What love he has for me, in spite of everything I have done and will do.
A love that is greater than any I have or will ever have.
How can I measure that love?
I thank the Lord for the unmeasurable love of being a mother, and the greatest love of being his child.
I want to remember this everyday, not just one special day, I want to remember how great it is to love and to be loved. I want to remember how small my love is, that there is a greater love, not just on Mother's Day but all 365 days of the year.
1John 4:19 We love him, because he first loved us. [King James version]