With Childlike Faith, On Mother’s Day

Dear Lord,

I know that what I am about to ask isn’t written in red.  You haven’t given specific instructions on this one, I know.

But you do tell me to ask what ever I want in your name.  So like a little girl, tugging at her Daddy’s shirt tail, today I stand at Your feet and ask You for a big favor.  OK?  You ready?

Today, would you relay a message for me?  As you know it is Mother’s Day down here.  And for eight years now, you have heard how this day adds salt to a daughter’s wound.  So today I am asking You to relay a message to my wonderful mother up there.

Would you tell that free and beautiful mother of mine how much I miss her.  Would you let her peek over the threshold of Heaven and see my boys today?  Would you tell her how often I think of her.  Tell her, too, that I have learned her Cherry Salad recipe and I understand now, why she loved Tina Turner so much.

Will you tell her how I miss her big laugh and would give anything for one more hug.  Tell her my hands look like hers and I have that same age spot on my leg now, too.

Tell her about Brent’s new job.  And how Mamaw is doing so well.

And don’t forget to mention the boys’ love for school, and baseball, and Ethan’s passion for music.  Just like hers.

Tell her I fix her favorite food every October.  On her birthday.  Every year.

Tell her I wear her Tennessee Pearl the days I miss her most.  And sometimes I listen to Steve Winwood and cry.  Silly, I know.

I would love for her to peek at Luke and see what a little rascal he is.  I wish she could have known him.

Maybe she does. I’m just not sure how that all works.

Lord, I am asking.  Like a little girl.  With childlike faith.  Will you grant me my Mother’s Day prayer?

Oh and tell her, too, that when I sing at church…I feel closest to her.  Because I know that is the ONE THING we do together.  Guaranteed. Every week.

She is worshipping You, too.

This is my Mother’s Day wish.  All I’d really like to have today.

Thank you that you don’t laugh or slap Your Holy Knee in jest.  But You take my requests to heart.  And hold my tears in jars.

Today, You may catch an extra few.

I love you, Lord.  Thank you for the woman who gave me life.  I celebrate her today.

In Jesus Name, Amen.

 The Legacy of a Man Who Cut Wood

For the woman today who may shed tears over the mother who loved her most…

 You are not alone.

I am with you always, to the very end of the age. {Matthew 28:20} 

To the woman who said goodbye too soon,  be comforted today.

You are not alone.

I am with you always, to the very end of the age. {Matthew 28:20}

To the mommy rocking lonesome in a quiet nursery room…

You are not alone.

I am with you always, to the very end of the age. {Matthew 28:20}

To the mommy who suffers the loss of a child she never had chance to hold…

You are not alone.

I am with you always, to the very end of the age. {Matthew 28:20}

To the mothers who are ill.  And fearful…

You are not alone.

I am with you always, to the very end of the age. {Matthew 28:20}

To the estranged mother, waiting hopeful by the phone…

You are not alone.

I am with you always, to the very end of the age. {Matthew 28:20}

To the mommies who want to be mommies, who once were mommies, who miss their mommies.

We are not alone.

He is with us always.  This Mother’s Day.  And to the very end of the age.

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