I understand this day we’ve set apart for mothers carries, for some, the hollow heaviness you’ve been unloading for years. I know that for others it pierces into your wounded sorrow as your longings go unfulfilled. I hurt for you. I pray with you. I hope for grace and love to flow your way.
But your heaviness bears witness to a profound good that should have been, a blessing that your soul aches to know. I must also bear witness to that beauty. We need more of this beauty, not less.
I understand it’s now chic to label these cultural moments as Hallmark fabrications. Allow me to dissent. If you wish, steer clear of the Gold Crown stickers and Target, quite fine. But do not miss the opportunity to bless a mom. Do not miss the opportunity to say, Thank you, mom who loved me or Thank you, woman who gave me a picture of mother when I had none to call my own. I do not despise Hallmark for prodding us. I only regret the Church didn’t think of it first.
The Church should be the first to bless. We should bless singles and married, bless the weary and the joyful, bless the mothers and the father and the children, bless the old and the young, bless the birds and the trees, bless all of God’s good creatures – and perhaps in the blessing, they will know they are loved. Perhaps in the blessing we will participate in their salvation.
As a man married to a woman who gives her heart and soul to children who will never, never (not for a single day) know what it is to wonder if they’re loved, I must bless. As a man who is son to a courageous woman who has given herself to the long, long work of love, I must bless.
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Women of grace, beauty and immense courage: When you desire to nurture and create life, you embody for us the power and creative love of the Trinity, the God whose very being emanates life. When you bring flesh and bone from your womb, you renew for us the holy truth that God, from the very beginning, births all that is good and beautiful in our world. When you show us what is true and pray over us with tear-drenched faith and point us toward the God who loves us, you articulate what God’s Spirit longs to speak into our heart. You, woman and mother, are a prophet of the Living God.
For those who ache for the children you’ve lost or the children you’ve yet to know,
For those who know wounds and loss from your own mother or children,
For those in the thick of the bone-wearying labor of loving children – and especially those who think you’ve been drained of every last ounce of energy,
For those with regret,
For those who, on behalf of your children or another’s children, wage war against some evil that would ravage them,
For those who are loving, mothering or blessing children not your own,
For those with new life in your belly,
For those who need to know the powerful ways your love, nurture, prayers, tears, fears, anger, weariness, hope, laundry, meals, midnight watches, exasperation and laughter have all participated in God’s mysterious act of creating beautiful life,
We bless you.
May the God who filled Mother Eve with life and who filled Prophetess Deborah with wisdom and power and who brought our Savior into the world through a women of remarkable courage, fill you with all mercy and joy today. In the name of the Father and the Son and the Holy Spirit. Amen.
You’re blessing one who falls in almost every category. I know the ache, the wounds, the war, the regrets, and the weary. This is beautiful, Winn. Thank you.
you’re welcome, Sandra. I hope today brings some joy into those places.
I too fall into many categories. I both wept and smiled as I read your post. My heart ached and rejoiced. Thank you for sharing such a beautiful, deeply moving message for us today. God Bless you and bless your family today and always.
Deanna, thank you.
Winn, I hope you don’t mind, but I read this blog post to our church this morning as we recognized our mothers, giving you the appropriate credit, of course. We gave our traditional corsages to the oldest mother (89) and our newest mother (6 mo. old child) who were present, but Instead of asking all of the mothers to stand and be recognized, I asked the entire congregation to stand in honor of each of their “mothers.” Thanks for being part of our worship today!! 🙂
So glad to hear this. Thanks for telling me. I was by your church a couple Saturdays ago, and it looked like a grand party was happening out front. Made me want to go join in.
Lovely mother’s day blessings………I’m reading them a day late, but they touch my heart freshly…………thank you.
Thank you, Shirley
Thank you, Winn.
What a wonderful blessing! I always thought that I would be the one that would have lots of kids because I always loved them. (In fact, I started babysitting as an early teenager & you had to endure my first attempts at it.) I don’t know why it was not in God’s plan for me to not have children of my own, but I have been privileged to love & nurture several that otherwise would not have been so loved. Still Mother’s Day has harbored a hidden hurt for many years as I sat in church service & endured the recognition of what I really wanted to be. Today I was blessed to sit in a service where all ladies were recognized and a blessing very similar to yours was read. Thank you, Winn, for allowing the Lord to use you to bless us ladies. What wonderful words of encouragement!