Mother’s Day has always been hard for me because I am NOT one. I have taught and worked with children much of my career life as well as during many pieces of my personal life. I like children…the way they love and learn and just are! But I am not a mother… for many reasons. That is just the way it is. I am 65 and there is no reversing this now.
This year is particularly difficult because I just (in January) lost my own Mama. I miss her terribly so, but am grateful that the LORD’s numbered days reached that final point and she is with Him now. But I still miss her and surely will for the rest of my life, I imagine… just because…
This orchid was the last orchid plant I gave her. And I have managed (through no fault of my own) to keep it alive. It is actually blooming right now as I type.
I send you my love, Mama. You and your red hat!! You were a special lady.
Dearest Heavenly Father, my Abba Father, I thank You so much for giving me to this precious Mama 65 years ago. She was the best one for me and I am ever grateful to You for Your gift of her. Hold me near as I mourn this HUGE loss. I know You are comforting me and loving me as I learn to live in this world without her. Thank You, Gracious LORD. I love You, Abba. Amen.
Being Woven 