It’s Sunday evening, 8:52 PM.
The kids are in bed and my husband is out for the moment.
Quiet times like these are rare for this momma and I’m using this one to think over the day:
Mother’s Day. My4th one if you count the one when I was first pregnant.
Mother’s Day never ceases to overwhelm me. I’m so thankful for the privilege to be a mommy to 2 beautiful children. And I’m grateful for the loving Mom God placed in my life. But I also sit in church and think of all the women around me…
- the lady sitting next to me – pregnant and thinking of her child to be born
- the mom in front of me – a precious lady with beautiful kids
- the girl whose mom isn’t present – at church or in her life
- the elderly wife who has always wanted children, but was never able to become pregnant
- the teenager whose mom died
And I’m overwhelmed.
There is one thread that runs clearly through all of these things. You know what it is?
God’s matchless and undeserved grace.
It gives the pregnant lady the ability to give praise during months of sickness.
It gives the mom with beautiful kids the strength to be consistent in child-rearing.
It gives the girl whose mom isn’t present the comfort she desperately desires.
It gives the elderly woman without her own children a heart that reaches out and nurtures those without a mother.
It gives the teenager whose mom died the direction and attention she craves.
This grace is what carries a person through and allows her to still be gracious and loving at the end of her trial.
No – even more than that. This is the grace that allows a lady to be joyful and full of the same grace during the trial.
Where are you today?
- Are you overwhelmed with the grace of Jesus?
- Or are you overwhelmed by your trial?
Hear my cry, O God, listen to my prayer;
from the end of the earth I call to you when my heart is faint.
Lead me to the rock that is higher than I,
for you have been my refuge, a strong tower against the enemy.