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It seems that Mother’s Day is the yearly time for people to air various opinions about the worthiness of such a day. I have read many articles over the past couple years related to this topic and this is my heartfelt response. It is not meant to harm anyone, but simply to share this mother’s point of view on the beauty of Mother’s Day.  Blessings to all born to a mother.

I am a mother. My children, ages 21, 18, 15, 13, 10 and 7 are my proof. Every day for the past 22 years, I have been a mother. I have 2 children in heaven waiting to meet me as well. I am a mother. My husband and I struggled with the pain of infertility, and then God opened my womb and I became, a mother. 

In order to be the mother I wanted to be, for many years I have educated my children at home. I am a mother, a “home school mother”. My husband has 2 careers, one  of which involves extensive travel, so often I am , a mother alone. I am a mother. I have reached out and nurtured and “adopted” people into our family and spiritually nurtured them and cared for their souls. I am a mother.

I have not yet graduated college, so I did not walk across a stage, turn a tassel or receive cards of honor for the accomplishment. I have done 1000’s of hours of volunteer work in many capacities, but never really gotten a card, an award, a bouquet or anything like some do on “Administrative Assistants Day” or “Teachers Day” or “Headmistress Day”. I have not received a paycheck in 20 years. I am a mother. No one has given me “Employee of the Month” or any other awards or recognition of service in my 20 plus year chosen career field. I am a mother.

I do not resent any one else receiving award, gifts, bouquets or recognition and thanks on their birthday, graduation, promotion or advancement. I am a mother. Let me have a day. A day for my children, my husband and my community to remind me that what I do is important, and worth continuing to do well, because honestly, sometimes I am tempted to quit.  Often I have cried due to my lonely road, lack of support and just plain old exhaustion.

I am compassionate, I care about people’s feelings and I enter often into the concerns of those who struggle with many things. After all, I am a mother.

My heart needs the boost that I receive from the annual day of encouragement and honor that is specific to me and other women who have done the work of mothering. It wets my eyes when my church takes 5 minutes to cheer me on, it lasts at least through the brunch that follows. It helps me see clearly through the challenges that do not relent. I am a mother.

It’s just a few minutes on social media or in church, it’s only a day. It helps me to remember to thank my own mother for her years and tears and blood and sweat and all that goes with being a mother. We all are here because someone was a mother.

I am a Lover of Mother’s Day, and thankful for those who let me have it, without worrying about everyone else just for a minute. I feel for those whose relationships with their mothers are challenged, honestly, my own has it’s rough spots. I understand about imperfect family dynamics in families, and loss and longing. I promise I do. I am, a mother.

I want the card. I want to breathe a sigh of relief, in church and at lunch, with a corsage or a banquet or a song or my children doing a good deed. I am a mother, let me have my day. I won’t come and rain on anyone else’s parade, I won’t rub it in, I wear my work on my face and on my sleeves, please give Mother’s this Day, to celebrate  or grieve, the lives they have brought or desire or have lost as they each please.

Happy Day to all who Mother along with me, to mother’s yet to be, to those whose womb will never see, a child, but whose hearts take in and love all the while. I am a mother.

With love,

Sherry

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If there is one thing I can do with my life. it would be this, to find ways to add to the beauty that God has embedded in the Story, to tell it in a way that people can see  as Paul Coleman says in his song “Pray” –

“The Gospel is not the STORY of Jesus, it’s Jesus Himself.”

As my children are growing older and more defined, as I see my own failures, weaknesses and inadequacies present, sometimes I look at something my children are doing, and I think ArRGh, I am failing here, I have missed the mark in training them, my own flaws are creating some in them. Other days I am awed by the beautiful qualities that emerge, the brilliant ways they see and image truth and grace. I think, oh Lord, please make up the difference here and help us all to LIVE out this story well in spite of ourselves.

We recently attended the San Antonio Independent Christian Film Festival, a venture to encourage followers of Jesus to tell a better story, to take steps forward in speaking into the darkness that has become prevalent in so much of our culture. There were some great projects on display, and the heart of each creator was clear, people want to engage and tell the story, or piece of the story the best they can.

Sometimes  Christians can live in a bubble, and forget how the story needs to be told to people who have never heard it, or who have so many layers of myths laid in, that we must realize  it will take a while of clearing the intellectual and spiritual rubble away before they can even see clearly what can seem to a Believer, so evident.The blinders must be removed, so they can see, and so we, who already believe the basic truths of the story, can have our minds renewed to the deeper truths found in the Kingdom.

I was struck by the thought of a verse in Acts that oft encourages me as I am sharing bits and pieces of what I know of Jesus, He who is Wisdom.

Paul was speaking in Athens, and was talking to a diverse group of people, explaining to them that Jesus is the One and Only God and giving the details of Jesus resurrection from the dead, and the coming resurrection that all will one day experience in order to stand before the Living God to be judged.

This is the description of the conversation from Acts 17:

While Paul was waiting for them in Athens, he was greatly distressed to see that the city was full of idols. So he reasoned in the synagogue with the Jews and the God-fearing Greeks, as well as in the marketplace day by day with those who happened to be there. A group of Epicurean and Stoic philosophers began to dispute with him. Some of them asked, “What is this babbler trying to say?” Others remarked, “He seems to be advocating foreign gods.” They said this because Paul was preaching the good news about Jesus and the resurrection. Then they took him and brought him to a meeting of the Areopagus, where they said to him, “May we know what this new teaching is that you are presenting? You are bringing some strange ideas to our ears, and we want to know what they mean.” (All the Athenians and the foreigners who lived there spent their time doing nothing but talking about and listening to the latest ideas.)

Paul then stood up in the meeting of the Areopagus and said: “Men of Athens! I see that in every way you are very religious. For as I walked around and looked carefully at your objects of worship, I even found an altar with this inscription: to an unknown god. Now what you worship as something unknown I am going to proclaim to you.

“The God who made the world and everything in it is the Lord of heaven and earth and does not live in temples built by hands. And he is not served by human hands, as if he needed anything, because he himself gives all men life and breath and everything else. From one man he made every nation of men, that they should inhabit the whole earth; and he determined the times set for them and the exact places where they should live. God did this so that men would seek him and perhaps reach out for him and find him, though he is not far from each one of us. ‘For in him we live and move and have our being.’ As some of your own poets have said, ‘We are his offspring.’

“Therefore since we are God’s offspring, we should not think that the divine being is like gold or silver or stone—an image made by man’s design and skill. In the past God overlooked such ignorance, but now he commands all people everywhere to repent. For he has set a day when he will judge the world with justice by the man he has appointed. He has given proof of this to all men by raising him from the dead.”

When they heard about the resurrection of the dead, some of them sneered, but others said, “We want to hear you again on this subject.” At that, Paul left the Council. A few men became followers of Paul and believed. Among them was Dionysius, a member of the Areopagus, also a woman named Damaris, and a number of others.

This encourages me in that when we share, in all of our flawed methods,  God’s Word itself goes forth and produces fruit, sometimes it is 30, 60 and sometimes 100 fold in its return. We are to do our part in “compelling people to come in” to the Kingdom and we should do out very best to know and understand the truths of God’s Word and the principles of the Kingdom….but since God gave us the example of Paul….not always batting 1000….we can rest assured that it is God himself who is “watching over His word to perform it.”  This is a great comfort to me on the days, well, everyday, when I feel my composition may be less than perfect and my delivery may lack.

 So my prayer is this, “Lord help me to tell the part of Your story in the time and place You know it will hit the mark, or soften the target, or lay the groundwork for another reaper who is coming along behind me. Help me to train my children to be part of this Grand Story in beautiful ways that will bring Glory to Your name in the place where they can be most effective, and please, cover my flaws and gaffes and those of the other storytellers who mean well, but may botch it up a bit. Be glorified by your servants Oh Lord, May we -Add To The Beauty.”
Love,

Sherry

Add To The Beauty

  • Songwriters: Matthew Bronleewe, Sara Groves

We come with beautiful secrets
We come with purposes written on our hearts, written on our souls
We come to every new morning
With possibilities only we can hold, that only we can hold

Redemption comes in strange places, small spaces
Calling out the best of who we are

And I want to add to the beauty
To tell a better story
Shine with the light
That’s burning up inside

It comes in small inspirations
It brings redemption to life and work, to our lives and our work
It comes in loving community
It comes in helping a soul find it’s worth, a soul find it’s worth

Redemption comes in strange places, small spaces
Calling out the best of who we are

And I want to add to the beauty
To tell a better story
Shine with the light
That’s burning up inside

And this is grace, an invitation to be beautiful
And this is grace, an invitation

Redemption comes in strange places, small spaces
Calling out our best

And I want to add to the beauty
And I want to shine with the light
That’s burning up inside

Add to the beauty
I want to tell a better story
Shine with the light
That’s burning up inside