My father was an orphan. His mother passed away when he was two years old and he grew up in a children’s home in Corsicana, Texas. I cannot imagine growing up without a mother, but truth be told, neither can he. While he had no biological mother, he would be the first to tell you that so many women became mothers to him throughout his life.
No mother, yet many mothers.
Because of this, I am always conscious that mother’s day is about much more than just women who have birthed babies. It is a celebration of all women who have poured into the lives of so many around them. Dear ladies, you have comforted, loved, cared for, treasured, taught, led, cried with, rejoiced over, and mothered so many…most likely even many of whom you are unaware.
I know that mother’s day can be painful for many for a myriad of reasons. So this mother’s day, I wanted to give a gift to all the women I pastor at Shades Valley Community Church. I wanted to honor and love them, no matter if Mother’s day is a day of joy or of pain. Most of all, I wanted to point them to Jesus, for he is the one who empowers motherhood within all women who know him. Mother’s day is ultimately about Jesus, because he upholds all women and strengthens them to pour into those of us who so desperately need them.
So dear lady, whether today is filled with joy or with pain, may you know the presence of Jesus. Here is my small, feeble gift to you…a simple poem I wrote to remind you that Jesus is with you wherever you are…
Silence and Cries and Why
The silence broken by a baby’s first cry
Celebration of life, the holy, the why
Jesus is present in your joy, in your smile
New mother he loves you, he gave you this child
The silence is broken by a mother’s heart cry
Precious life has been lost, and we wonder why
Jesus is present in your pain, in your loss
Dear woman he loves you, felt your pain on the cross.
The silence is broken the house rings with cries
Crazy parenting life, we’re both asking why
Jesus is present in your angst and frustration
With us as his kids he understand irritation
The silence isn’t broken, there’s no child’s cry
Wishing you were a mom, and you’re left asking why
Jesus is present as you weep and you pray
He holds you even when there’s nothing to say
The silence is broken, with joy-filled cries
Kids once who were homeless don’t have to ask why
Jesus is present as they become your own
He too was adopted, made the world his home
The silence is broken, by your own cries
Your children rebelling, and you don’t know why
Jesus is with you while they’re far from home
He is also with them wherever they roam
The silence is broken, with laughter you cry
Watching them grow, you are blessed, and why
Jesus laughs with you amidst those moments of joy
When you’re so thankful to parent your girls and your boys
The silence is broken, with a full heart you cry
Life without your own mom, you ask how and why
Jesus is with you, you’re not alone in your fear
He will hold you up and he will catch all your tears
The silence is broken with a grandbaby’s cry
The struggle of parenting and now you know why
Jesus is present in your empty nest
Through grieving and joy he will be your rest
The silence is broken with heaven’s own cry
All joy and all pain, we all now know why
We will be present with Jesus and we shall see his face
Every woman there shall be crowned with beauty and grace
No matter how you experience silence or cries
No matter the reasons your heart wonders why
Jesus is with you, dear lady, he never leaves
Find your joy in his love, and to his glory ever cleave
The Joy of Glory 