Good Monday morning, all of you! I had the privilege of serving my church yesterday on Mother’s Day and, after delivering the message, read this silly thing at the end on behalf of moms who resonated. This is not artwork here, folks. I jotted it down in a few minutes while getting my message ready. A mom who came to our church yesterday just asked me if I’d share it with her so I thought I might as well go ahead and share it with any of you who want it. By the way, we applied mothering pretty broadly yesterday in the message I gave. If you have travailed in some fairly serious pain and personal sacrifice to help bring forth some life in somebody, Girlfriend, you have mothered. Listen, if the Apostle Paul could see himself as having labored with the anguish of childbearing (Galatians 4:19) and say he and Timothy and Silvanus had cared for the Thessalonians with the gentleness of a nursing mother caring for her children (1 Thess 2:7), I think you are pretty safe to do the same, particularly if you have labored to see Christ made obvious in someone you care deeply about.
I love you guys. Be encouraged in Jesus today.
Okay. Here’s what I read at the end before prayer:
I once was young when so were you
A newborn then so quick turned two.
You toddled, cackled, climbed and cried
You threw some tantrums. So did I.
You went to school and I was glad.
By half past noon I’d gotten sad
You’d walk in the door, hey what’s to eat?
I fought your phone till time to sleep
You yelled hey mom! a trillion times
Till I would nearly lose my mind
I drove you fifty billion miles
You and every neighbor’s child.
Then one day you had outgrown me
Had your own car and your own key.
And off you went, you’re all grown up
Not my snuggly baby long enough
And now when I could take a nap
I want you back, right in my lap
Did you know I loved you so
Would have given you my life and soul?
Got it wrong too many times
But I was yours and you were mine
So proud of you, you’re doing well
Life here on earth is hard as…hades
Strollers, trikes and bikes, all past
The days went slow, the years went fast
With you all grown this might seem strange
But some things time just cannot change
When life seems mean, not worth the bother
I’ll feed you, hug you, fight for you.
I’m still your mother.