It's Mother's Day on Sunday. Come to think of it there seems to be a day for almost every occasion now. There's No Diet Day, Children's Day, Gay Rights Day, Peace Day, International Day Against Homophobia, Day for Biological Diversity, and who knows what else. The e-greeting card business is a booming one, with people generating these sort of "days" to commemorate all sort of causes.
So this coming Sunday is Mother's Day. And in an ideal world, everyday is Mother's Day, Valentine's Day, Father's Day, Peace Day, Children's Day, Love God Day, Christmas, Good Friday, Easter, Friendship Day etc. But this world is not ideal. It never was after the Fall.
So we fallible human beings chose one day in our calendar to remember the one special person whom God used to give us life. Life, not just in the context of birth, as some people don't know, and perhaps never will know who birthed them into the world. But life, where we were given love, nurture, care, discipline and education, in the best way she knows how, being a fallible human herself. No one gave her a parenting course, and I'm sure she doesn't know what she's doing half of the time she's parenting, which is a "24-hours, 7 days a week, 365 days a year, right till she leaves this earth" job. But yet, she tries, again and again, as if a huge driving force is encouraging her to never give up. Her passion comes from a heart that instinctively and consciously love the ones that she is raising, and for some reason that passion rarely, if ever, runs dry. Her prayers to God are centered around her babes, hoping that God Almighty will lead them in His way, and will cause them to fall in love with Him, again and again, perhaps hoping that they will love God more than herself, as she understands that the love of God is more supreme than that of fallible human beings, having walked that journey herself. Her heart desires to see them grow, to achieve all that God has intended for them, and to leave this earth knowing that she has accomplished a job well done, and when the Lord calls her home, she can finally rest in surreal peace. She herself draws strength from the one who blessed her with these babes, and rely upon His heavenly wisdom to raise warriors for Christ. Here is a woman who even though suffered sorrow and pain, relied on the everlasting love of God and declared herself a child of the light, saved from sin and darkness. Here is a woman who told me that the love of God is enough, in the hopes that one day I will be able to arrive at that same point. Here is a woman who has shown me the fullest extent of the love of fallible human beings, causing me to wonder every single day the might of God's love, which is so much greater than the love of fallible human beings. Here is my mother, whom I rely upon, and who is teaching me everyday to rely on God.
Happy Mother's Day.
