One sibling photo a week throughout the year. 18/52
The women deserving of honor on this day come in all varieties. Some carry toddlers on the hip, and some wait for their children to come home for the holidays. Some struggle to know who they are anymore amidst cheerios and laundry piles and bleary-eyed exhaustion, while others worry that they are missing important times with their babies while they work to put food on the table. Some have losses that ache deep, and scars that stay long. They are each strong, courageous, brave women who have spent themselves to nurture, sacrificed their comforts to nourish. They are mothers (and grandmothers) to flesh and blood babies, to adoptive or foster children, to children lost, or to children that simply need love whether they’re related or not. They are mothers to children hoped-for, but not yet present. All deserve to be honored as champions of children, messengers of love, as heroes of the most humble kind.
If you are a woman who has ever lived out in any way a respect and value for life, and invested yourself in the life of a child with a selfless heart, from the depths of my heart I applaud you this mother’s day. Thank you for every sacrifice you have made to love well, the big ones and the small ones.
Thank you for showing me in my own mothering journey that brave looks different on different women. Thank you for showing me that sometimes strong and courageous looks like pressing on and facing fears, even while I tremble. Thank you for inspiring me, for teaching me, for caring for my heart, and for passing on to me the art of loving well, with hands and feet, in every season.
On this day, I honor you, mamas, for the dreams you have given up, for the hours of sleep you have lost, for the tears you’ve cried and the prayers you have prayed. I honor you for the meals you’ve made and the dishes you’ve done, for the booboo’s you’ve kissed and the great burdens you’ve carried. I honor you for standing up tall to give shade from the sun and for stretching out (even broken) wings to give shelter from the storm. Know that every small gesture you have done to help along the little ones is noticed by our Heavenly Father and will one day be rewarded in full.
They all shout together, “Happy Mother’s Day!”
“Whoever in the name of a disciple gives to one of these little ones even a cup of cold water to drink, truly I say to you, he shall not lose his reward.” Matthew 10:42
Update on goals for week 18:
1) Run/walk at least 10 miles per week. Week 18 ~ 11 Run/Walk miles traveled, 190mi in 2015
2) Write 10,000 words weekly. Week 18 ~ 2,500 words completed, 61,525 words in 2015
731. all the women in my life who have cared for me in every season…especially you, mama, 732. my children, 733. grace to grow, 734. solid words of truth from this morning’s service, 735. joy