It’s the faith that can move mountains, because the love is so fierce.
It is faith shockingly unafraid to walk through the valley of death if the trek can make certain their son or daughter stays alive.
Mothers go without to ensure that their children never do.
And while they know better than anyone else how to go for the jugular, over their dead body will they ever let someone ELSE cut you to the quick.
No, there is NOTHING so powerful as a mother’s love.
It is Mothers Day and I think of all the moms who are both mom AND dad (like my mom had to be.) I wonder what it must have been like for my mom to realize her daughter had a dream to go to college (no one in our family ever had) and to muster up the faith to say yes.
My heart pains for those mothers who have lost babies…or any child of any age.
And I think of those of us who never had the privilege of being a mom.
Funny, I never really gave it a thought in my twenties and thirties or even my forties. But now that that ship has TRULY sailed, I sometimes wonder how different my life would be if I had been someone’s mom.
What a privilege!
And what potential heartache.
There’s just no guarantee how it is all going to turn out, is there? Which is yet another example of the faith involved with this most holy calling.
When I lost my Toastmaster’s speech competition a few weeks ago, I was honored to watch my friend, Bryan Courtenay, win. He delivered his personal redemption story, which began in a dirty bathroom. The main character was slumped over the toilet bowl after securing his fix. In the next scene, he paints the picture of his mother banging on the window of a car, trying to revive that young man who had overdosed. It ends in prison, and the photo of a dead-eyed man’s mug shot.
As he unveiled the mug shot, to the gasps of the audience (who didn’t realize he was speaking about himself the whole time), my eyes were on his mother. She wept through the entire presentation.
Even as I type this, my eyes well with tears for the pain she endured…
…but I bet she’d endure every second of that pain again for the beautiful outcome she now enjoys.
The faith of our mothers, or those who have been like mothers to us, has likely sustained each of us in ways we’d be overwhelmed to see.
Perhaps in heaven a video reel will play showing the number of times their prayers, and tears, tipped the balances, empowered angels on our behalf, and forestalled tragedy.
Moms who taxied us to rehearsals or sporting events. Who dug deep and shelled out for those designer jeans or sneakers we HAD to have.
They made us eat our vegetables, say our prayers, clean our rooms and write thank you notes.
They cried with us, then cried some more on their own when our hearts were breaking.
For the nurture that comforted us and for all the maddening times as teenagers when we screamed “I hate you!” For the treasure of another Mothers Day spent in your presence…thank you for the gift of YOU.
And for the faith, which so beautifully worked by love, to bring us to this very day.
Happy Mothers Day to all! Here are my non-Mothers Day closing thoughts on FAITH, and a wonderful new WOW:
Ah! So yes, keep the faith – but don’t be stuck on HOW it is going to manifest.
Have a beautiful, flexible week –