I've been thinking a lot about motherhood lately.
Maybe it's the barrage of advertisements reminding everyone that Mother's Day approaches.
Or the fact that my sister just became a mom again for the fourth time. (Hallelujah for a new nephew!)
When I look at motherhood, and mothers, I see is a whole lot of daily dying to self. I see beautiful, strong women who lay down their everyday lives and tend to a billion needs. They put their own needs, wants, and dreams on the back burner to be broken bread for the littlest and the least. Sounds like Someone Else I know.
Moms say there are little gifts. Like the mom I was chatting with over gyros this week. I asked her what she loved most about being a mom. She thought for a moment, and smiled and said "Having them love you. Having them run to you when you come home." As I mulled it over, I realized how much her answer spoke of Jesus. Jesus gives us life. He loved us first. No strings attached. He just loves. Mothers just love. He only wants us to love Him as He loves us. Freely. No strings attached.
I just can't seem to get past the daily dying part. I think the only way to view motherhood is in the context of Jesus. Truth is, I know…not in the way mothers KNOW, but still from the outside looking in, I can see the sacrifice. I've heard too many stories about what moms go through. The sleeplessness. The exhaustion. The heartache. Pressing the pause button on their own dreams. The sacrifice. And the only way I can begin to understand the choice of motherhood is Jesus.
Jesus sacrificed so we could have life. Mothers sacrifice so we can have life. If love is measured by sacrifice, then mothers…they LOVE.
I hear that she who loses her life, will find it.
So to all of you beautiful, strong women, who are smack dab in the middle of the dying daily, Jesus promised that those who lose their lives for His sake WILL find it. You are amazing, and your unseen sacrifice is that high road they like to call straight, narrow, and hard to find. You are on the right path. You are not lost. He. Is. With. You. FOR YOU. And PROUD of you. He sees your daily courage.
Happy (early) Mother's Day…we honor you for your everyday emptying and being Jesus to the least of these.
What words for those whose mothers have finished their race? There is no replacing that hole. And yet, Jesus mothers US ALL. He will mother where our mothers didn't or couldn't. It is known well that God is our Father…but he is our Mother too. He tends the skinned knees that life deals us when we fall. He kisses the hurt, and promises…it will be okay. Maybe not today. Maybe not even tomorrow. But He promises it will be.