Mother's Day: A Different Kind of Tribute
Not all Are Mothers and that is Okay
For over a week, I have been contemplating what exactly I should write as a Mother’s Day tribute to my mother, which would not be a hard thing to do at all, as I have said many times here on Hub Pages, in comments, how blessed I am to have the sweetest mother on the planet – she just has to be!!! All the while knowing, in reality, my mother is not the only mother on the planet who is the sweetest mother in the minds of her children. That being said, however, I felt burdened and prayed about the following.
What would it feel like to read or hear of all the wonderful Mother’s Day tributes and be someone who never had a mother? - Such as an orphan.
What would it feel like to read or hear of all the wonderful Mother’s Day tributes, and be someone who really just does not care to ever give birth or have a desire to have children, not to even to adopt or who may have chosen to abort?
What would it feel like to read or hear of all these wonderful Mother’s Day tributes, knowing that you are someone who is physically unable to give birth to a child, when it is that you are someone who desires to have a child?
What would it feel like to read or hear of all these wonderful Mother’s Day tributes, and be someone who was or is neglected, physically and /or mentally abused by their very own mother?
What would it feel like to read or hear of all these wonderful Mother’s Day tributes, and be someone who has a mother, but knows their mother never really cared to have them, and that they are just a burden to their mother, as their mother has told them such?
What would it feel like to read or hear of all these wonderful Mother’s Day tributes, and be someone who would love to adopt, but due to some mental health, physical or financial issues, is unable to adopt?
What would it feel like to read or hear of all these wonderful Mother’s Day tributes, and be someone who was passed around from one foster home to another until adulthood?
Anyway, with all of this on my mind and still not really coming up with what I wanted to write about, I just went on to church, and the Holy Spirit inspired me through the pastor’s wife today, on this Mother’s Day. She had been thinking along the same lines as I had.
I do not know why God has placed these thoughts on my mind, but since He has done so, I will share.
My Mother When She was Young
Do all the Mother's Day tributes make you sad?
As to the Title
Then the pastor's wife (who is also a pastor) made a great point, every single one of us was birthed into this world by their mother, i.e., orphans, adopted, raised by foster parents, those who have never known their mother for whatever reasons, and so on. If you are here, then you are due to having been birthed in some way, shape or form by your mother.
She went on to say that, as we are all made in His image, we have the same characteristics of God --- we are strong and we are nurturers also.
Sunday's Sermon Notes:
Genesis 1:26 “Then God said, ‘Let us make man in our image, in our likeness . . .” (Emphasis added referring to Father, Son and Holy Spirit.)
Check this out: Genesis 1:27 “So God created man in his own image; in the image of God he created him; male and female created them.” (Emphasis added.) This scripture is prior to when the Lord God made a woman from the rib he had taken out of the man, and he brought her to the man. Genesis 2:22
God’s word tells us that although we are made in His image (not saying God is female –NO, not going there), that man and woman have the characteristics of God, as we are ALL made in His image.
So, maybe it is that you do fall into one of the questions posed in my mind? Who says you cannot still be a mother to many, if you so choose, by just being yourself and showing love, kindness, caring for your neighbors, troubled teens or anyone who comes into your path, being you have the characteristics in you, as you have been made in the image of God.
Our Lord God Almighty is not only a father to the fatherless, but He has those awesome characteristics of nurturing us, loving us, delighting in us as His children and giving us the desires of His heart, listening to our cries; drawing near to us when we are brokenhearted; rejoicing with us and sacrificially loving us no matter what.
The sweetest mother on the planet,
She just has to be;
Just has to be!
The kindest person I have ever known,
She just is;
The most courageous person on the planet,
She just has to be;
Just has to be!
A woman who sacrificed everything for her children.
She just did;
The person who is always kept in such perfect peace;
She just is;
The most devoted wife her whole life,
She just was;
Who is 83,
The person who never spoke one negative word against another.
She never did;
Just never did!
A person who now suffers with dementia,
And, yes, she is still the sweetest mother on the planet;
At least to me and will always be for eternity!!!
Mom and Dad
I thank my God for blessing me with my mother. She would always tell us growing up (when she overheard her children), “If you do not have anything nice to say about someone, then you do not need to say anything at all.” I figured out later from where that came. Of course, we could never live up to that, so she would say that often to us.
As I stated, I have never once heard her say one negative thing about another person in my entire life, and she is 83! And she had plenty of opportunities, being that when my father came back from the wars, he was not the same and suffered from addiction to alcohol and PTSD. She is the most courageous woman I have ever known, and I know she understood my father's illness and had compassion upon him. She really loved him. He died in 1989, and she never remarried.
My mother would be sure to always tell us, that our father loves us, as it sure did not seem like love at the time. However, I understand she knew this was not the man she married, but she loved him greatly and was totally devoted to him. Now, as an adult, just as my mother, I have compassion in my heart for my father, only made possible through my relationship with my Lord, and the Holy Spirit who convicted me of the sin of unforgiveness. Now I am free to be who He created me to be. Free to love!
My mother has always been a mother who was ahead of her time, as far as what to put into your body and what not to place into your body, health-wise.
My mother would quote beautiful poetry during the day while we were growing up, and I always just thought she would just come up with all of it, until I was old enough to read for myself, and read all of the great poets from whom my mother quoted to us.
Even though my mother's dementia is growing worse, and sometimes it is that the person suffering can become mean-spirited, oh no, not my mother.
When something negative would come on television, she would immediately change the channel (which aggravated us a bit), thereby, always keeping her mind in perfect peace, as she choose to think of only those things that are lovely, true, excellent . . . as His Word tells us to do.
The first time I went away on a trip from home, I had a terrible case of being homesick, and came back home early, and my mother just read to me from Psalms, and a great peace just fell down upon my whole being. Which, in and of itself, is ironic, as home was not always a great place to be.
May God’s love shine down on all today (mothers or not), regardless of your circumstances in this life, and just allow Him to love on you like never before, as He so desires that very intimate and personal relationship with us all. That is why He created us. He loves us, and there is nothing in this world that you could have done to make Him not love you. He placed himself on that cross, so that you can be saved and set free from whatever. God is love.