Showing posts with label children. Show all posts
Showing posts with label children. Show all posts

Saturday, May 11, 2013

Completely Going With the Holiday - Happy Mothers Day

The hardest thing a mother goes through, short of watching her child die – is to watch them hurt, and that is particularly agonizing if we blame ourselves for their tears or anger.

As mothers our hearts are connected to our children’s hearts in a way that creates such vulnerability that the things we do for our children’s sake sometimes surprise us. We can be stronger than we ever imagined or we can be sillier than expected, some mothers even lie or commit crimes, somehow thinking it’s for their child’s sake. We can be fiercely protective, yet we can be humbled and taught so much at our child’s hand. The path of our lives becomes as crazy as the path across a Chinese Checkers board.

If there’s a mother out there that hasn’t cried over her children she is surely an anomaly. We cry good tears, sad tears and tears of disbelief. There are times when we hide our tears and times we simply cannot.

Most children have the amazing talents to both make their mothers proud and embarrassed, sometimes within minutes of each other. They can make us laugh, they can hurt us, they make us want to shout from the rooftops, “That’s my child!” and they teach us to pray like nothing else – because nothing else quite matters like our children do.

Our children redefine the word “joy” like nothing else. They give answers to the questions of the meaning of life, but prompt so many more questions.

I have friends who have never had children. I have friend who have lost their children. I have friends who are frustrated with their children. There are women out there who think they should never have had children; each with their own private thoughts that I will never know; their heartaches – and their victories.

God completes us all in His own personal way whether we become parents or not. But without Him, we will never be complete.

“As ye have therefore received Christ Jesus the Lord, so walk ye in him:
Rooted and built up in him, and stablished in the faith, as ye have been taught, abounding therein with thanksgiving.
Beware lest any man spoil you through philosophy and vain deceit, after the tradition of men, after the rudiments of the world, and not after Christ.
For in him dwelleth all the fulness of the Godhead bodily.
And ye are complete in him, which is the head of all principality and power” - Colossians 2:6-10 (KJV)


“If you keep my commands, you will remain in my love, just as I have kept my Father’s commands and remain in his love. I have told you this so that my joy may be in you and that your joy may be complete. My command is this: Love each other as I have loved you.” – John 15:10-12 (NIV)











Monday, May 23, 2011

The Great Loves of My Life

A few reflective thoughts for today: Decades ago a tremendous fear of turning thirty gripped me. Somehow thirty symbolized some sort of magic number that indicated the passing from youth to old age. Now of course, I look back and laugh at myself. My oldest son celebrates his thirty-third birthday today. On my youngest son’s next birthday, all of my children will be in their thirties. If I felt old when I turned thirty, I should be pushing up daisies by now.

But thirty-three years ago I experienced some of the most joyful moments of my life. A whole lot easier than it should have been; doctors and nurses came from all over the hospital to see the woman in labor and that didn’t feel any pain…

Love cannot die, it can only grow. When you become a parent, you find out just how much love can grow. You think your heart is filled to overflowing, only to encounter a stretching and tearing that allows for even more. I’m extremely proud of all three of our children, they’ve brought more joy to my life than any one woman should be privileged to receive. If this is just a glimpse of what God feels toward us, we are loved more than we can begin to imagine. Our finite brains can’t wrap around the concept of such a tremendous love.

I’d like to dedicate this song to my children.