It’s Friday, y’all. Five Minute Friday. This week, Lisa-Jo’s writing about “comfort,” and I thought I’d join in. Visit her site to participate!
This Mother’s Day, I will sit in a church service with two squirming girls, little miracles who daily remind me of God’s grace and his goodness. Beside them will be an older brother, bright-eyed and full of mischief mixed with love, and his beautiful big sister, graceful and kind and a maker of peace.
In the midst of all this, my mind will remember a Mother’s Day not too long ago that was very different. As my little girl sat beside me, I grieved. I didn’t know the future except that one little baby would not be in it. My heart was sore and full of sorrow.
I left the sanctuary for a different one. On my knees on a tile floor, I poured out the pain. I admitted from the depths of my being that “I do not want this.” Then, I admitted much more weakly, “but I trust you.”
And, in that moment, God gave me comfort in the midst of all my pain. Like a mother cradles a crying child, he held me close.