It’s the second Sunday in May and here in Colorado you can almost bank on it being one of two things. Super hot or snowy. Today it’s snowy. It reminds me of May, 2008, when we moved to this wonderful, bi-polarized weather state. It did clear up to spend my first Mother’s Day here on a beautiful day.
Yes, this is a post about remembering, but it may not be the type of Mother’s Day post you’re expecting. Even if that’s the case, please read through. I’d like to tell you about some women, for whom this day is not joyful. I tell you about them, not to diminish your joy in the day, but to see that there is a need for prayer over them. For, if you are a believer on our Lord Jesus as your Savior and King, you are called to pray for the hurting.
Some women today will not feel happy, will not have family rallying around to honor them, who will have pain so deep they can hardly stand up. You have sisters in this world, yea, right under your very nose, who have hurting hearts today. It’s time to open your eyes and see them.
There are Prodigal Moms, ones who have children but they may not hear from them. They may not know where their children are or if they are even still breathing on this earth. For some, there may be joy as a Prodigal returns, but for many, there will not be.
There are the Heart Moms, those who haven’t carried a child, but long to. They so want to have every emotion of joy and pain that comes in this little chore called Motherhood. They understand the hard times come with the good, and their minds are boggled and their hearts saddened when we complain about dirty diapers and late night phone calls.
There are the moms who really don’t treasure their children as they should, but expect them to honor and respect them in every way.
There are women who have husbands or partners or children who do not feel the day is special; that it’s contrived and pt upon them by society, or just really don’t care about it. They desire a small recognition, a card, a flower picked by a child. They will not receive it. They will only receive annoyance and disregard.
Many cannot celebrate with their beloved mom, because they have moved on to their eternal rest. For some this is fresh and it’s a scab being ripped off a fresh wound and for others, even though time has passed. It’s as hard as the first time they celebrated without her.
Some celebrate this day with empty places in their hearts over the child who is missing, because there are some who will never hear the words “Happy Mother’s Day” again from them. They, too, have gone to eternity and left a gaping chasm where a child used to stand. Some have lost these dear ones before or at birth. The pain is no less.
Others chose to reject their pending motherhood by abortion. Yes, the ones who chose the more heinous need prayer, too. Their hearts are hurting, even if you don’t believe it. It’s not an “easy out,” and it effects more than the women who walked that road.
Friends, enjoy your day. Treasure the loved ones that celebrate and honor you. And in that time, please lift your hurting sisters to the Throne of Grace where they will find comfort. It’s not just a privilege, it’s a command.