As one whom his mother comforteth, so will I comfort you. (Isaiah 66:13)
With Mother's Day fast approaching it got me to think about my own mother.
I remember a time long, long ago when we were on a family outing. My dad was driving, my older sister was in the front seat while my mother was in the back seat with me and the rest of my siblings. I am the second of their four children. I was known to acquiesce to anyone that seemed to need more than me. I was the peace-maker in the family, the adapter and the child that didn't want to make waves. I was always happy to take-one-for-the-team, if it meant maintaining harmony.
Back to the story….
At a quick glance I noticed my mother's lap wasn't "taken." Everyone was busy looking out the window, talking or reading a book. Finally, Mom's lap was mine. It was all mine. So I gently laid my head on her lap, so content to have her to myself for but a moment. And a moment it was. She tenderly began to stroke my hair and comfort me with her touch. I was so very happy that I simply melted into her and took it all in. My life was perfect in that moment.
All of a sudden my mother abruptly pushed me away. She wasn't angry or upset. My younger sister needed immediate attention. My time was "up." My mom was completely oblivious to how I was feeling and how I had internalized my hurt. In that moment I bought into the idea that I wan’t important, loved and cherished as her daughter.
I can recall deep feelings of sadness and grief when I was shushed off my mother's lap. My young, tender heart felt abandoned by my mother. It felt like her love had been ripped from me. After all, I was always the one that waited for everyone else to have their turn. Wasn't it my turn now? The comfort from my human mother was temporary.
Fast forward many years later . . . .
I do have a mother and Her name is Love. I didn't know it then, but I certainly know it now! I've proven this over and over again. I was tired of the same old pattern of thinking and, most definitely, feeling that I wan’t worthy of my mother’s love. I decided to change my thinking and replace the pain I once felt with a deep knowing and acceptance as God as my Mother.
My "take home" lesson: My Mother’s lap is always available to me; I am enough. I am the loved of Love.
Here's to a beautiful, flowery, love-filled Mother's Day!
Although slightly unrelated, I love the song "Mama" by the Spice Girls. It was introduced to me by my firstborn. We used to dance to it, and I would shed “happy tears” because it would touch my mother heart so deeply. Enjoy ~
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with Key to the Scriptures,
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