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Mary’s Emotions

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But Mary treasured up all these things and pondered them in her heart. Luke 2:19

As mothers, we feel deeply.

Natural or adoption, the moment we hold that child in our arms, our hearts forever change.

Mary, the mother of our Lord, was no different.

She had the same emotions we do, ranging from complete joy to absolute sorrow.

Starting it all, she was asked by God Almighty to obey.

And she did.

She obeyed God even though it could have meant banishment from her community, family, and friends.

She didn’t know Joseph would agree to stay.

But God had it all planned.

Mary’s mothering role continued as her relationship with Jesus grew.

Imagine her teaching him how to walk.

How to tie his sandals.

How to politely greet an adult.

Mothers are protective of their children, often to the extreme.

Ever heard the term Mama Bear?

You understand.

Was Mary even more protective of Jesus because of who he was?

Did she know when Jesus would begin his ministry?

I imagine when he began, she helped him when she could.

Mothers are proud of their children, and I’m sure Mary couldn’t have been prouder of the man Jesus became.

Do you think she knew he would have to die on a cross?

Even if she did, I’m sure she was not prepared for the immense grief she experienced, watching her precious boy slowly die in that awful way.

Mary experienced the awe of an angel asking her to obey.

Mary endured the pain of watching her son painfully die.

Mary signed up to be the only mother Jesus had on earth.

I’m guessing she knew what it would entail, yet could not comprehend the depth of emotions she would feel.

But she obeyed, knowing God would always stand by her side.

And just like Mary, God will always stand by your side, too.

Photos by Joshua Reddekopp, M.T ElGassier, Eric Froehling, & il vano on Unsplash

Punch Me

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Those who sow in tears shall reap with shouts of joy! Psalm 126:5

Not literally.

Thanks.

Because I get it alot.

Often.

A punching bag.

I seem to garner the offense of the children.

Regularly, maybe because I’m safe?

I’ll never reject them?

While I’m happy to be their safe person, I detest conflict.

I hate being their punching bag.

I’d rather see marshmallows and rainbows.

Why, God, are mothers treated so?

Why, when we try our hardest to build little respectful humans do our children respond with anger?

It’s our role.

Our mission.

From You, no less.

Mothers are thankless soldiers in the trenches of life.

We know what people need, we see what needs to be done, and we strive to seek the best possible outcome with our families.

Our lives are living testimonies to what God does for us.

God sacrificed His only son for the salvation of the world.

Mothers sacrifice themselves for the sake of their children.

We are hardly thanked for what we do.

We are hardly noticed for what we do.

But we are a constant.

Reliable.

Always there with a listening ear.

Always there with a hug and a snack.

Always ready with a hug.

We love and we pray.

We serve mostly in the background, making sure bread is in the pantry for lunches.

But there is One who knows.

God.

He sees it all.

He sees all of our tears as we pray for our children’s souls.

He sees all our cooking as the bodies are nourished.

He sees all our cleaning as our homes are tidied.

He sees.

He notices.

And He approves.

God, who created ALL things, notices your every act of love.

And He says, “Well done, good and faithful servant.”

Oh, and Happy Mother’s Day 🙂

Photos by Arisa Chattasa, Simon Rae, & Tracey Hocking on Unsplash