This was taken from a post I wrote last year. It's a Mother's Day lesson I do not want to forget. I pray it blesses you my friends.
With a grateful Heart,
Yesterday was Mother’s Day. We had some grand plans for the day ahead, at least grand to us. My sweet husband had it all worked out. We would go to church, then come home, change clothes, and head to one of our family’s favorite places, Beale Street to meet with my parents and my sister’s family.
We were going to get messy eating some yummy barbecue and then head out to play tennis. We might even run around on my sister’s family farm outside enjoying the glorious weather and each other’s company.
What a great day?! Right?
Well the day started out alright. We went to church. It was a great time in Bible study. The fellowship was sweet and the sermon was awesome.
We happily went home afterwards. Changed our clothes, and at this point, I started to have a twinge of pain in my gut, but no matter it was not too bad. We hopped in the car and were off to the restaurant.
In the short 15 minute drive, my health deteriorated. It felt like I had a bunch of quarters turning over all through my intestinal tract.
Excuse me for the details, but it felt awful. (At this point I chuckle in writing this. It was not funny at the time, but at the last winter youth retreat, 3 of the teens in our youth group decided to eat pennies. Oh my, oh my….a story for another day.)
Sadly, I stayed in the car hoping it would pass, but it did not. So my dear hubby gathered the kids who had just exited the car and put them back in, and we headed home.
So, so sad.
They were upset. He was upset. I was…in pain, and upset. My daughter’s were having fits of drama since a fun day with their cousins, Aunt and Uncle, Grandparents, and family was canceled in such a quick moment.
Consoling myself in what should have been and maybe even griping about this to my poor husband. The wonderful thing about all of this is that I didn’t feel like that.
Okay... Yes, I felt awful physically speaking, but mentally, emotionally, and spiritually I felt just fine.
I felt loved.
I felt no angst or self pity at all. I just felt grateful. God has done a lot in my heart over the years. This weekend was no exception. He has been teaching me about what matters most. When I keep my eyes on Him, all of the other stuff fades.
I thought about the fact that since we were home he could get some things done before he left for a quick work trip, which I know were eating at him the last few days.
It’s not always been like this and it will not remain this way forever. Even though I was sick on Mother's Day, I have been savoring the blessed time we are in right now.
I hope and pray this for you my friends, whether you are a mother, still have your mother with you, or have lost your mother. Whether your heart aches from the loss of a baby or child who went on to heaven before you or whether you desperately are clinging to hope for the child to come.
How has your Mom or a mother figure blessed you in your life?
What are you grateful for this week?