The Quiet Place of a Mother’s Heart

There is a cute and heartwarming story of a young mom putting her son to bed. He would wake up the next day a whole year older. 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. Asking if he understands, he enthusiastically replies, “YES!  Tomorrow I’ll be a handful!” Stretching his arm up with five spread out fingers. Yes, yes indeed, a handful.

Motherhood.

Our hearts ache, agonize, celebrate and PRAY. 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—regardless of the age, stage or distance of our children.

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, nor is the circumstance the same, and yet, we moms, on our own level, in our own way, like Mary, treasure and ponder our children. We dream, we guide, we protect what is so precious.

Motherhood.

Remember later, (Luke 2:41-51) Joseph and Mary realize they had misplaced Jesus on their trek back from Jerusalem. Can you image Mary’s heart! Finding Him three DAYS later! I remember when my son was five years old while visiting Mt Rushmore and lost sight of him for a mere sixty seconds in the crowd, only to find him no more than five feet from me. The panic, the fear—the instant pleating with God. This nurturing and caring design within us—can be the death of us!

Motherhood.

The quiet place of the heart, treasuring and pondering.

Happy Mother’s Day

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

* For Mom, “Give Jesus a hug for me!” (My sister, mom & myself). I had the most wonderful honor of leading my mom to Jesus. Three years later, she met Him face to face.