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The Heart of A Mother

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I watched as you inspected your newborn’s fingers and toes – awestruck at the little life you held in your arms, caressing the softness of new skin, smiling as the sleeping infant on your chest melted into you – hearts beating as one.

I know you well – what you think and what you yearn for. You recognize the realities of this world all too well and know how hard life can be.

You envision the life ahead of your precious child. You want to protect them and keep them safe from the ugliness and danger around them. You want them to have a good life.

As much as you love them, there have been times when you courageously stood back and allowed your child to walk on their own – like the time they took their first steps. It was so hard for you but so good for them. But you were always there.

I’ve seen worry and fear grip your heart, and I’ve seen you swell with pride over the smallest accomplishments. When your child experienced pain or joy, you felt it too – like it was literally happening to you.

As your “baby” grew, changed physically, moved to new places, and experienced challenges, you were always there encouraging them . . . sharing wisdom . . . cheering them on in the background.

You’ve made so many sacrifices so they would be stronger, happier, better people.

I’ve seen you there in the waiting rooms, the bleachers, the classrooms and so much more. I’ve watched you let them have the last cookie on the plate; scurry around the kitchen and sit down last for meals; stay up late washing clothes; make lunches religiously every morning; sit by their side helping with homework; drive to endless practices; cheer them on at recitals, games, and tournaments; edit papers late into the night; maneuver through college applications; pray over their hurts, diseases, surgeries, challenges, and futures; hold their hands and cradle their hearts; wrap them in hugs and release them when it was time; teach them about life and about me.

No matter what they’ve done or where they’ve gone, your love has always been there.

Your love for them reminds me of mine for you. Only thing is . . . I love you and your child much more than you ever could. Love isn’t something I do. It’s who I am. My love is unchanging, perfect, and pure.

Your life is a miracle to me – just like your child’s is to you. You are precious and I delight in you.

I developed you in your mother’s womb and marveled at the intricate parts of your body, your beating heart, and the spirit inside of you. I created you in my image. You are fearfully and wonderfully made so don’t compare yourself to anyone else.

I know the realities of this world too. Life is really difficult at times. Other people have made choices that hurt you. You have made choices that hurt you. When you felt pain or joy, I felt it too – as though it were happening to me. I care about you.

I have always wanted to protect you and keep you spiritually strong. In order for you to grow and mature, there have been times when I’ve had to stand back and allow you to walk on your own. Like when your child learned to walk. But I’ve always been there behind you cheering you on . . . giving you strength. You are not alone.

You have so much life ahead of you – especially when you consider that you have an eternity to spend with me. I have good things planned for you so keep pressing on.

As you continue through all the changes in your life, I want you to remember one thing. No matter what you do or where you go, I love you and I will be here for you. Always. There’s nothing you and I can’t overcome together.

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Happy Mother’s Day to the ones whose love so clearly reflects His.

Psalm 139:1-2Zephaniah 3:17Psalm 139:13-16Psalm 139:7-10Genesis 1:31Jeremiah 29:111 Corinthians 2:9Deuteronomy 31:61 John 4:7-10

Lisa~

 

 

3 Comments

  1. Cindy Madden says:

    Simply beautiful. This blessed me today. Thank you sweet friend.

  2. Carey says:

    And His love is not a “touchy-feely” thing…. it’s real. Powerfully real. It casts out fear, provides security, and grips us – forever. Thanks for this reminder Lisa!

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