Not Always Hearts and Flowers
Blessed are they that mourn: for they shall be comforted.
I realize that this is not a cutesy Mother’s Day post. I do think all moms deserve honor on this day. But what about women, like my oldest daughter, who are not moms and dislike the painful reminder of Mother’s Day altogether? How about women who lost a child like my girlfriend, Renie?
It is two years ago this week that I got a stream of calls telling me the dreadful news. There was an accident. Devastation hit a strong, Christian family right between the eyes. They are pillars in our community and well liked. Their nine year old died. “Can you pray?” caller after caller repeats, chiseling my prayer assignment out for me not only for that morning, but for the days to come. I prayed for months for this family whom I never met.
Here is the story of how God weaved our lives together.
We all meet in a barn for our road association meetings here in Dodge. I asked the neighbor sitting next to me: "Who is that new couple across the room from us?" I learned these are the parents I am connected to in my prayer closet! They relocated after the accident and find solace in the quiet of our remote community. After the meeting, I introduced myself and sympathized with their loss. Renie hugged me and we cried. Her husband asked me if we could come to dinner on Saturday night.
Our God-ordained friendship has been a gift for both of us.
It is so much more than motherhood that connects Renie and me. We are sisters in Christ. Twice a week in the park, we work out and pray together. We share recipes, books we’re reading; we storm the heavens for our husbands, kids, friends as well as our weekly schedules. We’ve hit a yard sale or two on our way home for fun!
Some Days are Hard; Why Did God Allow My Girl to Die?
I am her biggest cheerleader for not hiding under the covers. Jesus makes His Presence known profoundly on the hard days. His comfort trumps any words I might say and sometimes, just listening or crying together is healing balm. Jesus is so close to us. I touch her arm, but I feel Him.
We also laugh a lot too! She responds well to my stories about marriage, my kiddos, church stuff and travels and I’m super-charged. She will giggle and say: “Now write about this one on your blog! It will help someone.” And I realize it’s helping her and I’m a conduit for some relief.
I love Renie’s heart to serve Jesus and the way she reaches out to others despite her own pain. I love the way I feel when we pray together even when I’m convicted and humbled by her sincere words. Prayers spoken by the broken are powerful.
I sincerely wish a Happy Mother’s Day to you hard-working mommies. And to you loving mothers who raised yours, you deserve to be cheered and recognized.
To you women who find Mother’s Day difficult, you are loved. You matter. You are understood. May the Lord wipe away your every tear.