My Mother’s Day Pilgrimage
A storm of memories and dreams roll in. Memories of childhood and the mother I miss – intertwine with my personal journey as a mom.
I hold onto something stable to brace myself while the storm changes the atmosphere. The air I breathe reflects its pressure. The sky looks different and my world is rocked – I won’t lie.
The bitter and the sweet – advancing on me faster than I can run.
Hovering overhead, the obvious fact I signed up for a job I can never fulfill in my own strength. I’m a mom – the best one I know how to be. That’s all I’ve got.
Heaven touches earth.
I know earth well – but heaven I’m learning.
I see my life from afar. My best years spent on the people around me – my children – God’s children.
In this moment, all the Mother’s Day corsages and sermons fall short. Like throwing rice on a bride who’s about to lay down her body and her life for the good of another – and never look back.
“My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.” II Corinthians 12:9
So we set apart a day – one special day – to honor mothers. The ones who were and the ones who are. Rice. The sting and the glory shower the mom who dares to step out into the light of this fleeting holiday to bask in the moment.
Once I rise to the challenge – because the homemade lunch is ready and family members await – I feel a welcomed change in my world as the storm lifts. The calm. Peace, which passes understanding.
A change in the air. Grace and mercy following me. A sense of awe overtakes my anxious heart. I feel God – the Creator who graced me with this honor to carry His own.
I’ve been at this mom-job for quite a while, long enough to see trends in my own life. Storms come and they go. Mercy triumphs over judgment. Love wins every time.
This pilgrimage I take every-single-year. The one that leads me to a higher place. A place of perspective. Mother’s Day, when every mother remembers more than she can say.
Whether we eat lukewarm hotdogs prepared by little hands or dine in a fine restaurant – the feelings are the same.
Pre-Mother’s Day forecast: Storm. Not the perfect kind but a messy one that throws a mixture of memories in my face and rearranges my world.
Post-Mother’s Day forecast: Calm. Peace overriding my anxious heart. A glimpse of a new season throwing sunshine in my path. I look to the days ahead and smile.
“And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.” Phillipians 4:7