This Sunday was a good one. 

I am sure many of us have said that. Meant that. And lived that. 

But this sunday @ Story was a very good one. Why? Because we heard a woman's, a wives, a mothers story. And it was heartbreaking, joyful, tear inducing and just amazing. 

I shared today as well about the mother of Moses (Exodus 2). She knew if she didn't do something drastic, he would be killed. She went to the river, placed him in a basket and floated him in the direction of the pharaohs daughter.... 

Faith is an action word. 

I can not imagine what that was like. There must have been so many things that could have happened. The basket could have sank. The guards could have killed the hebrew boy on the spot. But she trusted God. The result? The Pharaohs daughter not only saves the baby, but asks Moses mother to take care of it. It is a short, but powerful story about the faith of a mother and the goodness of God. 

But as good as that example and story is, for many mothers day has mixed emotions. As the mother shared today, it was the day just after mothers day she had her baby boy and was told he had cancer. As she walked us through some of the trials and experiences they went through, there was this deep belief, this deep faith that somehow, God was in control. It was hard to even hear the story, let alone go through... 

What stuck with me most though wasn't the pain, the struggle or the craziness that was their lives for months and months; it was when she was sharing about how through their journey, through their treatment and walking through this heartbreaking thing; that they are excited that through their sons cancer and the way he came out of it, others can learn from and grow. That through their struggle, they can be used to help others. Amazing. 

I shared this poem with our gathering today and maybe it will help you think about mothers day in a way that you can relate to: 

The wide spectrum of mothering
To those who gave birth this year to their first child—we celebrate with you
To those who lost a child this year – we mourn with you
To those who are in the trenches with little ones every day and wear the badge of food
stains – we appreciate you
To those who experienced loss through miscarriage, failed adoptions, or running away—we
mourn with you
To those who walk the hard path of infertility, fraught with pokes, prods, tears, and
disappointment – we walk with you. Forgive us when we say foolish things. We don’t
mean to make this harder than it is
To those who are foster moms, mentor moms, and spiritual moms – we need you
To those who have warm and close relationships with your children – we celebrate with you To those who have disappointment, heart ache, and distance with your children – we sit
with you
To those who lost their mothers this year – we grieve with you
To those who experienced abuse at the hands of your own mother – we acknowledge your
To those who lived through driving tests, medical tests, and the overall testing of
motherhood – we are better for having you in our midst
To those who have aborted children - we remember them and you on this day
To those who are single and long to be married and mothering your own children - we mourn
that life has not turned out the way you longed for it to be
To those who step-parent - we walk with you on these complex paths
To those who envisioned lavishing love on grandchildren, yet that dream is not to be - we
grieve with you
To those who will have emptier nests in the upcoming year – we grieve and rejoice with you To those who placed children up for adoption – we commend you for your selflessness and
remember how you hold that child in your heart
And to those who are pregnant with new life, both expected and surprising –we anticipate
with you
This Mother’s Day, we walk with you. Mothering is not for the faint of heart and we have
real warriors in our midst. We remember you.
By Amy Young

I think for some of us, mothers day can be sad. For some of us, mothers day is amazing. Being a mother is never easy and we take this day to remember, to sit with, celebrate, mourn, reflect and pray for our mothers. 

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