Mother's Day is no exception, obviously. Over the past couple years, I would skip church on Mother's Day and try to pretend it was just another day. Being there would have been far too much for me to bear. I would have been a sobbing mess, destroyed for the rest of the day. This year, I agreed to sing with the worship team, before realizing that it was both Mother's Day and baby dedication. Heaven help me.
The service was oozing with emotional Mother's Day goo. There was a video about moms, featuring drawings and narration by children, a picture slideshow of moms with their kids, a prayer for all the mothers in the church and the dedication of a handful of little ones (including heartfelt letters read aloud by the parents). And I was fine. I was a rock. Not a tear was shed. (OK, maybe I teared up a little during the video, when the children were asked, "How are you different from your mom?" and one little voice said, "My skin is a different color." I mean...come on.)
Healing comes and it takes time. Maybe ALOT of time. But it does come. I know we have heard this our whole lives. "Time heals all wounds". It's a cliche, but that doesn't mean it isn't true. I've seen it, I've lived it. There is a huge difference between the condition of my heart and mind today and the shape I was in a year or two ago. Little by little, God was healing me, repairing the cracks, smoothing the ragged edges of my heart. He was carrying me along the path that HE laid out. I didn't even realize it was happening.
I am so thankful for a God who loves us and cares for us. He didn't just give us salvation and then leave us here to live this terribly difficult life all alone. He doesn't leave. He is here, every day, in the trenches with us, seeing our tears, hearing our prayers and cries of despair. Feeling our pain and loving us through it.
Your love never fails, It never gives up, It never runs out on me.
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