There are those whose hearts are relieved in knowing that Mother’s Day is over.
Those whose hearts were pierced with every post and phrase expressing the joy of motherhood.
Those who received no flowers or cards or hand-made present from a child.
Those whose ears didn’t hear the words “I love you, Mom”.
Yesterday, while happy mothers’ became teary with thankfulness, their eyes welled with the tears of loss and disappointment and longing.
These are the women who captured my heart’s attention yesterday. Some of them I know. Millions of them I don’t. But they are woven among all of us. Silent in the pain that screams in their souls. Nearly invisible in the rush and excitement and activity of these honored days.
All of them are acquainted with grief. The exhausting pain of infertility, the ruthlessly dashed hopes and dreams or a miscarriage, the aching, empty arms of a mother who has opted for adoption, the wrenching, indescribable pain in the death of a child, the deep hurt and profound disappointment of a wayward child.
These aching women, with the beautiful hearts of mothers, gripped me yesterday.
I know this pain.
But in every one of those precious women, lies something so intense, so God-given, so extremely similar to the heart of their Maker Himself. Maternal love. Indescribable. Incomprehensible. Unquenchable. Unconditional. Breathtakingly beautiful.
In this day after Mother’s Day, we honor YOU. The unsung heroes of motherhood whose battle scars still sting and whose lion’s hearts still roar.
Today you are loved.
Today you are admired and respected and remembered.
Today you are understood…
Psalm 34:18 – The Lord is close to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit.
