My Mother’s Day Prayer

“I am a woman phenomenally, phenomenal woman that is your grandmother, that is your mother, that is your sister, that is you and that is me.” Maya Angelou 

Dear first time moms; my prayer for you is that as you embark on the greatest journey of your life—is that you compare yourself to no other. Your measuring stick is grace. You’ll become well acquainted with this faithful friend. Learn to habitually take up refuge underneath grace’s shadow. Learn to live there. You have been magnificently hand picked … to be mama of your beautiful bundle from heaven. Enjoy with arms open wide!

Grace; the elegant and beautiful movement of God’s undeserved and never earned love and acceptance and forever favor.

Dear moms who live with loss; I pray you find yourself wrapped in the great big arms of God—on a day the world around you celebrates the life you now live without. May the sting of today be met with an onslaught of loving memories. May your broken hearts be gingerly swaddled in fabrics of hope and extravagant love. For some, you held your children—for others you weren’t given that gift on this side of eternity. May you never walk alone through your great sadness—but, be gently led along streams of healing waters.

Though you are gone and not here with me, The cord is still there but no one can see. 
It pulls at my heart, I am bruised, I am sore. But this cord is my lifeline as never before.

Excerpt from The Cord – Author Unknown

Dear moms of children who suffer mental illness and addiction; You’re an elite group. You know the taste of tear soaked pillows and silent pain. Your loss is looked upon with great disdain. Stigma shadows your legitimate pain.

May you know this day—you are not the reason for your loss. Your babies suffer the toxic effects of a broken world and a disease they never asked for. May you be given the strength to rise above the storm, and know you’re not alone. May resilience be your armor and rest your weapon. Take heart, mama — He has left the ninety nine just for ours!

“Suppose one of you had a hundred sheep and lost one. Wouldn’t you leave the ninety-nine in the wilderness and go after the lost one until you found it? When found, you can be sure you would put it across your shoulders, rejoicing, and when you got home call in your friends and neighbors, saying, ‘Celebrate with me! I’ve found my lost sheep!’ Count on it—there’s more joy in heaven over one sinner’s rescued life than over ninety-nine good people in no need of rescue. Luke 15:1-7

Dear moms; I pray that you will know your priceless value not only to your families, but the the world at large. May new life wash away weariness. May joy replace sorrow. May love wrap it’s arms tightly around you and never let you go. May you hold tight your memories and dreams for tomorrow. May waters of refreshing flood your soul—leaving in it’s wake no remembrance of shame, regret, or sorrow. May you embrace whole heartily your uniqueness and beauty. May you be gifted with bravery for the journey.

Happy Mother’s Day!