A Quiet Place of a Mother’s Heart

There is a cute story of a young mom putting her soon to be five-year-old son to bed.  As she tucks him in, she comments this is his last day to be four.  All year he had been cheerfully showing folks four fingers on each hand. She asked if he understood, he enthusiastically replied, “YES!  Tomorrow I’ll be a handful!”  Yes, yes indeed, a handful.

Motherhood.

Our hearts have ached – agonized – celebrated and PRAYED. There are hours of holding and scolding, cleaning and crying. Yet at the end of the day, as our head lies on the pillow, our heart swells with LOVE.

Mary too knew of this, following the ever so zealous shepherd’s visit, “Mary treasured up all these things and pondered them in her heart.” (Luke 2:19) Our children by no means compare to the Savior of the world, and by golly, they may never even reach the waiting list among the names of the Saints, but we moms like Mary, treasure and ponder our children.  Mary is a great example, her right upfront response to motherhood, “I am the Lord’s servant.” (Luke 1:38)  Her choices allowed her (yes, painful at times) to see God’s entire plan play out.  May I too choose so wisely!

Motherhood.

The quiet place of a mother’s heart, treasuring and pondering.

Happy Mother’s Day

In Him, DeDe (“Let us consider how we may spur one another on towards love & good deeds.” – Hebrews 10:24)