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“Happy Mother’s Day!”


These words used to bring tears to my eyes. Tears for a couple of reasons, actually. I had a wonderful, loving, godly, fun, best-friend kind of Mom for 23 years of my life. She was the nurturing type, full of mercy, peace, and grace. She poured into me, sacrificed in huge ways, and most importantly led me to Christ. God called her home at 47 years of age. For many years, I was conflicted with ‘why God did you take her from me when I loved her and needed her so much?’ and thoughts of being at peace knowing she was safely in the arms of her loving Jesus, free from pain. Sprinkle in the tormenting thoughts of ‘why does Jesus heal some, and yet others have to suffer, gaining their ultimate healing?‘ If I’m being honest, I still struggle with some of these emotions, and probably will until Jesus takes me home.

As time passed, after *marriage, I never thought I’d hear the words “Happy Mother’s Day!” I watched and celebrated my friends who were celebrating their pregnancies and subsequent births of their bundles of joy. While I was truly happy for them, I found it increasingly more difficult to hide my own feelings of desperately wanting to be a Mom and have a child of my own. Eventually, we found ourselves on the path to fertility treatment. It was a lonely, depressing world of disappointment upon disappointment; not to mention the thousands of dollars spent on a hope unrealized.

God had other plans for my husband and me. Unaware at the time, we faithfully prayed and trusted Him for direction and wisdom. The Lord kept opening our eyes to adoption. While it took me awhile to warm up to the idea, God slowly prepared me for a new journey. I have to admit, this path is not for the faint of heart. We went to training in and out-of-state, completed physical exams, psychiatric exams, interviews, background checks, counseling, mounds of paperwork, home visits, and created a book of pictures introducing our family to birth mothers who would then choose a prospective adoptive couple. As my husband jokingly says, “we did everything short of having a body cavity search”.

Nearly two years into our process of becoming a “waiting family” or “paper pregnant” as they call it, we found ourselves fighting disappointment when we still hadn’t been contacted by our agency that a birth mother had looked at our profile, wanting to meet us. It was then that God showed up in a big way! The Lord led us to our precious birth mother through some friends. Ironically we met with her for the first time near Mother’s Day. It was this initial meeting which led to accompanying her to doctor’s appointments, long chats over lunch, meeting her family and at long last, joining her in the delivery room as our baby boy was born! Truly, what at first appeared to us as our “Plan B” quickly turned into God’s “Plan A” for our family. We could not have asked for a more beautiful story had we written it ourselves. God was in every single detail.

I struggled trusting God that He would answer our prayers for a child of our own. The enemy hurled doubt left and right. The Lord, however, held our hands and affirmed us throughout our journey to our son even when our fears threatened to take over. The Lord continued to speak to us not only through our own prayers, but through others as well. We felt encouraged and edified, almost as if God was carrying us through til the very end. He was faithful and would not let go.

As my husband and I often tell our son, “God made us a family”. And, He did. Undeniably one of the most difficult holidays of the year for me, Mother’s Day, has now become one of the most joyous days of my life. God heard our cries for a child and He answered our prayers. God’s ways are often not our ways; His plans are not always our plans, and His timing is often not our timing. Know that He can be trusted with the longings of our heart. He is a good, good Father.

*marriage-another God story of how God brought my husband to me in His timing, not my own.

The Lord is righteous in all his ways and faithful in all he does. (Psalm 145:17, NIV)

So, my very dear friends, don’t get thrown off course. Every desirable and beneficial gift comes out of heaven. The gifts are rivers of light cascading down from the Father of Light. There is nothing deceitful in God, nothing two-faced, nothing fickle. He brought us to life using the true Word, showing us off as the crown of all his creatures. (James 1:17, MSG)

For great is your love, reaching to the heavens; your faithfulness reaches to the skies. (Psalm 57:10, NIV)

Ask and it will be given to you; seek and you will find; knock and the door will be opened to you. (Matthew 7:7, NIV)

Now to him who is able to do immeasurably more than all we ask or imagine, according to his power that is at work within us,… (Ephesians 3:20)

If your heart is broken, you’ll find God right there; if you’re kicked in the gut, he’ll help you catch your breath. (Psalm 34:18, MSG)

I prayed for this child, and the Lord has granted me what I asked of him.          (1 Samuel 1:27, NIV)

For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the Lord, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future. (Jeremiah 29:11, NIV)

a simple chair

a simple chair

So, recently while feeling a bit overwhelmed (just a touch, mind you!) with a new schedule I’ve been keeping, I decided to try a massage.

When I say “try” one, I’m not suggesting this was by any means a first for me. Honestly, I’d rather a massage than a mani/pedi or facial any day. Let’s just say I love them. There, I said it! If it were possible, I could quite possibly have an addiction.

What was a first for me was a “chair massage”. Sure, I’ve passed many a chair in the middle of our local mall and had zero desire to jump in one. Truly. Why, unless out of pure desperation, would anyone want to indulge in a massage right there in the middle. of. a. busy. mall? I don’t get it. To me, the whole point of massage is to escape into nothingness and enjoy a little peace and quiet as well as a little relaxation. Anyway, back to my story….

I wandered in this beautiful facility, quite unplanned. I was afforded a little window of time and decided to ‘seize the day’. Quite honestly, I chose “the chair” due to affordability and time constraint. For me, it was a guilty splurge. You’d have thought I was off on an island far, far away….I was so relaxed and at peace. To me, it was a little slice of heaven.

Why, do we as Mommas, feel guilty taking a little time for ourselves? It doesn’t even have to be about spending money we don’t feel we have. Maybe a nice, quite bubble bath. Or perhaps, paging through a favorite magazine. Still yet, enjoying a new book borrowed from the library. Or, stealing away to the coveted porch, enjoying the peaceful sound of a water feature while sipping a simple glass of lemonade.

Recently, as I found myself trying to encourage an over-stressed, anxiety riddled Mom, it reminded me that a little peace and quiet can do wonders for our servant souls. I heard myself telling her that we need to ‘feed’ ourselves before we can ‘feed’ anyone else. Again, not requiring significant expense or a costly getaway trip, although I wouldn’t fight off such an offer!

As Mothers’ Day is only a couple days away, I want to encourage each of us to be more mindful of caring for ourselves. It isn’t selfish. It is wise to build in time for ourselves so that we don’t find resentment sneaking in to our mind.

Consider it. After all, it is an investment in you. If you don’t care for yourself, who else will? Am I right? What a whole new meaning this thought gives to “take care”.