Mother’s Day

Written by on May 1, 2019

You’d think, out of all months, this month would be easy peasy for me to come up with something encouraging to say. After all, I *am* a mom. Whatever the Holy Spirit wants me to say should just be right there, bubbling under the surface of my subconscious, just waiting for my fingers to hit the keyboard and come pouring out.

Not really.

Truth be told, coming up with something to say for this month has been more stressful than any other month.

Because the world ::coughSATANcough:: likes to steal all the joy from the things that should be no-brainers to celebrate.

Like motherhood. Moms are awesome. Being a mom is awesome. It’s an amazing, terrifying, and overwhelming thing to step into a role you know God has designed specifically for you and nobody else.

That’s part of why it’s so hard to find words for this month; how am I supposed to write about being a mom in a way that does this calling justice?

And how am I supposed to do it justice when there are SO MANY DIFFERENT MOMS out there, rocking the mom thing, raising their families to know and love Jesus despite all of the hurdles and challenges this world is throwing at them left and right?

How am I supposed to come up with something meaningful that will resonate to

the first time mamas…

the mamas holding on to their caboose babies…

the young mamas…

the older mamas (sorry for using the word older…how about seasoned?)…

the foster mamas…

the mamas waiting for that positive pregnancy test…

the adoptive mamas…

the mamas who have lost their babies…

the mamas who are watching their babies thrive…

the mamas who are waiting for their prodigal babies to come home…

the single mamas…

the stay at home mamas…

the step-mamas…

the working mamas…

the nursing mamas…

the formula feeding mamas…

the mamas of multiples…

the mamas of special needs children…

the mamas with great relationships with their adult babies…

the mamas who haven’t spoken to their babies in so long…

the addicted mamas…

the wealthy mamas…

the broke mamas…

the hurting mamas…

the memories of mamas who are no longer with us…

and all the other mamas that I have left off this list because my mind just can’t think of all the different kinds of mamas because, you know, mom brain is a real thing. How am I supposed to find words to speak to ALL of you?!

If you are a mom on this list above (or if you’re a mom that I left off the list because I’m just a human and I’m sorry and I tried really hard to think of as many different kinds of moms as I could), HEAR ME NOW:

YOU. ARE. AMAZING.

It may feel like, most of the time, dry shampoo and Jesus are the only things getting you through your day week year life. That’s okay.

At the end of the day, here’s what’s important: your babies will know what it’s like to be loved by Jesus because they know what it’s like to be loved by you.

That’s the only thing that matters. And it’s a HUGE thing. So if you’re doing that? Then Mama, you’re killing it. You are the best mom ever. Go sip some coffee out of that #1 Mom coffee mug (and may the coffee be HOT because your babies are letting you enjoy your coffee in peace on Mother’s Day).

This Mother’s Day, turn down the noise that social media, society, the news, the latest psychological studies, and mostly-well-meaning friends and family members like to blast into your head and make you doubt your ability to fill this role that God has decided ONLY YOU CAN FILL. Keep loving your babies like Jesus loves you, and keep relying on God for the strength to make it through bedtime, and I guarantee you God sees it. He rejoices in it. And He loves seeing you knock this mom thing out of the park.


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WDJC

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