Porch #138 💔A letter to the heartbroken on Mother's Day

Sadness, hurt, regrets, disappointments, pain, frustration, & sorrow can all easily crowd on in, whispering lies that masquerade as truth.

Dear Sad Friend,

I know the holiday you dread most is upon us.  You'd rather it be any other weekend right about now.  Your story has been fraught with heartbreak and loss, brokenness and sorrow so overwhelming that few could begin to understand even if they tried.

I understand that the last place you want to be is at the Sunday morning service with all the carnations the ushers are handing out and the hearty 'let's have all the mothers stand' and prayers of praise offered up on behalf of those who have borne children.  You'll steer clear of the florist section in the supermarket and quickly bypass the zillion Mother's Day cards that are waiting to be carefully selected on overflowing racks.  There'll be no celebratory dinner out for you on this, the busiest restaurant day of the year.

But yes, there will be grief and tears and remembering what was or might have been.

I have no pat answers for you and I won't lob a string of Bible verses and promises your way.  But you’re in good company here. I just want you to know that I care deeply and my heart breaks with yours.  If I could wave a magic wand and change our circumstances, you know I would do it in a flash.

Jesus knows exactly where we’re coming from.  I believe our sadness and grief brings tears to His eyes.  For He Himself has known abandonment, rejection, trauma, and death.  He gets exactly where we’re at.

Speak what's truest about where you’re coming from straight to His compassionate heart.  He will hold you close and hear you well.  And some day He will dry our tears and make us whole again.  

I promise He will continue to walk this uneven, rocky path with us.  He will never ever leave our sides and will carry us when the load seems like it's just too much.

He loves us so.
Linda
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And God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes; and there shall be no more death, neither sorrow, nor crying, neither shall there be any more pain: for the former things are passed away.
- Revelation 21:4

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