I love Mother’s Day because it gives me the opportunity to celebrate my mom …and me: a future mama. : -)
But this season tends to remind others of their unfulfilled dreams. Arms that never carried their own baby. Full hearts that ache to pour out love into children they can call their own.
“Why does she get pregnant and have a baby within 9 months of her wedding and I don’t?”
“Oh, God… what more prayers do I have to say before You’ll let me carry my own child? Just one baby will do, that’s all!”
It gets very uncomfortable in church settings when a baby is brought up to be dedicated to the LORD by parents. “But what about me, God?” At family gatherings, your name is left out when grandchildren are being introduced.
And there are those who had children out of wedlock, who have had to struggle and are struggling to cater for their child(ren). The other half who contributed to the conception of the child is nowhere to be found, even if he’s around, he doesn’t care… or so it seems.
And there are those who are single parents because their marriage broke down. But the children still need to be cared for.
And there is yet another category of mothers who are widows; the ill-timed enemy called death came and took away their husbands.
How about those unmarried women who long to be mothers?
For some strange reason, I’m burdened for those who are yet to be mothers (married or unmarried) and those who are mothers but in less than ideal circumstances, this Mother’s day.
There is a Bible chapter that I want to share, with those who find what is supposed to be a joyous occasion, a reminder of what is yet to be or what could or would have been. I’m not going to offer my thoughts on it but I’d say… prayerfully read, Isaiah 54, and let God speak to you.
Sharing in the pain, yet standing in faith that God does impossible things (Matthew 19:26).
Blessings,
Lady Akofa.
