It is Mother's Day in the States today.
I did not plan to write a post. If I had planned it, I would have a post dedicated to my Mother, a woman who is fierce in conviction and beautiful in prayer. However, this past year I have perhaps been more aware than ever the tensions that a day like Mother's Day can bring for those who do not share the story that I have, of being raised in the purging fires of beauty and grace, who only knew the fires of abuse.
So, here, a short, unplanned post, a note to those who come to this space and who know a story that is not my own.
On a day that for many is so dear, but for many such a struggle, to those who have known mothers that neglected, abused, mistreated, who did not stay for long, or perhaps stayed longer than was ever wanted, may this day not be a quickening of old pains, but may you find rest in the maternal images of God, the One who nurses her children, who knows their names forever, is their ever-comfort, who clothes them in splendour, and so in Godself may rest and comfort be found, beyond the circumstances of the darkness of this age, a darkness that should even visit those places we would call our homes. (Numbers 11:12, Isaiah 49:14-15, 66:12-13, Nehemiah 9:21.)
Grace and peace, and love,