Mother’s Day can be the hardest day of the year if you’ve dealt with miscarriage or struggle with infertility. But no matter what, God knows exactly what you’re going through. He knows your pain and He feels your loss and He cares deeply about the child you never held.
I bet you could’ve heard a pin drop. All heaven holding their breath as Gabriel waits for her response. Would she say yes? Would she politely but firmly demur? How would she handle the chance to change the world at it’s core, to make history, to shake up the foundation she’d based her faith upon? Would …
I just turned sixty. I can’t even believe I said that out loud! I mean, come on, sixty??? How on earth did that happen??
Honestly, in the months preceding my birthday, I tried to avoid even thinking about it. But my husband, God love him, would occasionally remind me with a little glint in his eye that at fifty-nine I was actually in my sixtieth year. Cute. Not. He’s sixty-two so he can get away with it 🙂
I don’t know why it bothered me so much. Turning forty was a big milestone and I think the realization hit home that I was nothing resembling a young person anymore. Turning fifty wasn’t so bad. I just slid right into that decade and didn’t think too much about it but sixty. Whoa….
It’s got everything to do with mothering, with family, with living our lives as salt and light. Moms hold it all together. We are the center for love and nurture, for training and teaching, for feeding and caring. We’re in the trenches day after day and no matter what, our love is the glue.
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The truth is, the hand that rocks the cradle really does rule the world. No one will influence your child’s life more than you. No one.
You write their future one day at a time, one meal, one movie, one bath, one boo-boo, one lesson, one kiss, one hug, one diaper at a time. Millions of moments and thousands of days add up to a life of purpose when we value each moment and treasure each day. Even the hard days. And the hard days will come. Do you know you’re a builder? Whatever ‘mom name’ you go by, working mom, single mom, traveling mom, handicapped mom, step-mom, empty nest mom or a brand-new first time mom, you’re a builder. Moment by moment, day by day, year by year, you’re building.
Each day another brick is laid. Another building block is nailed into place. Another…