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A Mother’s Day Healing
While many of us celebrate Mother’s Day, rarely do we stop and think of those who didn’t have fond memories of their mother. Scars of childhood heal, but aren’t forgotten. Instead of refreshing those old wounds, I want to help you think deeper about this day that has been set aside to commemorate our mothers.
God gave birth to each of us and formed us with intricate and meticulous detail. He knows the number of hairs on our heads, our mannerisms, our past, and our future. He’s forgiven our wrong and he’s not ignorant of the wrong set against us. Though many of our homes weren’t homes at all, still we pressed forward. I can’t help but remember the story of King Josiah and the evil all around him at a very early age. Yet, King Josiah didn’t sulk or retaliate. He got busy cleaning the household of God, encouraging those around him to do the same.
Each one of us has a place carved out just for us. When we reach out and take the hand of another and pass along peace, love, and goodwill, we get it back from a different hand, and thus, we are reminded that no man is an island. Though we may want to, we can’t go at life all alone. Together we make up the body of Jesus Christ. I may be a shoulder, but you may be a hand, and your brother might be a knee. It doesn’t matter what part you play, what your role in life may be, we all fit together to form the body of Jesus Christ. And each part of the body encourages the other to press ahead. And no part of the body is superior to the other part, for there is only one head—Jesus Christ.
Haunted memories of your mother should be traded for the spiritual blessings you bestow upon others. Giving speaks volumes about God’s love reigning in you. A rose from your garden and placed upon the collar of the least expected expresses love beyond words. An e-mail message or a handwritten note to someone you’ve never had the pleasure of knowing fills their lives with immeasureable assurance that our God is still alive.
When we allow God to free us from our past and unleash our future, in spite of many trials and downfalls, we can’t help but focus on the hope within us. This hope is love, joy, peace, and contentment, and to one day be free from bondage and rest in him.
Like our preacher once said, “Your past explains you, but it doesn’t lock you in.”
Look forward to the coming holiday and rejoice. Your past is overshadowed by your future. “For God so loved the world that he gave up his son.” No matter what you’ve been through, your memories bring you to your knees in spiritual thanksgiving that God never forgot about you. Your very life attests to his mercy.
Stand in the place God has carved out for you. Be a good mother to those around you in spite of your past. Sow good seed. Love and don’t grow weary. For God reached inside your mother’s womb and intricately made you and placed you where you are today. Give him glory for bringing you out of your past and into His future. Make your day special by giving to the motherless.
Make this day and everyday special in his sight. For God is love . . . and he is in love with you.
Happy Mother’s Day.
Scripture Reading:
II Corinthians 5:16-21
15and He died for all, so that they who live might no longer live for themselves, but for Him who died and rose again on their behalf. 16Therefore from now on we recognize no one according to the flesh; even though we have known Christ according to the flesh, yet now we know Him in this way no longer. 17Therefore if anyone is in Christ, he is a new creature; the old things passed away; behold, new things have come. 18Now all these things are from God, who reconciled us to Himself through Christ and gave us the ministry of reconciliation, 19namely, that God was in Christ reconciling the world to Himself, not counting their trespasses against them, and He has committed to us the word of reconciliation. 20Therefore, we are ambassadors for Christ, as though God were making an appeal through us; we beg you on behalf of Christ, be reconciled to God. 21He made Him who knew no sin to be sin on our behalf, so that we might become the righteousness of God in Him.
Matthew 12:48-49
48But Jesus answered the one who was telling Him and said, “Who is My mother and who are My brothers?” 49And stretching out His hand toward His disciples, He said, “Behold My mother and My brothers! 50“For whoever does the will of My Father who is in heaven, he is My brother and sister and mother.”
Jeremiah 1:5-8
5“Before I formed you in the womb I knew you, and before you were born I consecrated you; I have appointed you a prophet to the nations.” 6Then I said, “Alas, Lord God! Behold, I do not know how to speak, because I am a youth.” 7But the Lord said to me, “Do not say, ‘I am a youth,’ because everywhere I send you, you shall go, and all that I command you, you shall speak. 8“Do not be afraid of them, for I am with you to deliver you,” declares the Lord.
Donna B. Comeaux
Freelance Writer, Author, Poet
http://www.awriterfirst.wordpress.com
You’ll Get Through This by Max Lucado
God is amazing! I read an article by Max Lucado the last week of August and had no earthly idea how it would help me through what hit me barely two weeks later. If you’ve experienced losing someone, please go to this website and listen to how eloquent and practical Max Lucado lays out how we should handle death. What an encourager Max Lucado is and has been over the years. Thanks, Max!
I’m still hurting, but only God can ease my pain. At the end of the day, God knows what he is doing. He has everything under control. Amazing how he works: taking life, giving life, sustaining life. To God be the glory! Amen!
The article was orginally published in the Summer 2014 Issue of Just Between Us Magazine. It can be found here: http://www.issuu.com/shelly50/docs/jbusummer14 and is entitled “You’ll Get Through This.”
God bless!
The Journey
What is it about this journey I’m not very fond of
This scary thing unknown that gives my heart a tug
Is it memories lost with time and years I can’t retrieve
Or is it slothful death or a body wretched with disease
Could it be the notion of sleeping through it all
And death has said “Hello” and eased us through the call
Or could it be those fantasies of living happily ever after
Ignoring all reality, never mindful there’s another chapter
What exactly is it about this journey I’m not very fond of
That makes me cry a tear for those I’ve chosen to love
What makes this task a struggle, unbearable to think of
Keeping me in a daze until time pushes me with a shove
Why can’t one day this sorrow be looked upon anew
With fresh new eyes as the morning greets the dew
Like the newness of the rose that slowly blooms in spring
Or like the summer heat that makes us wishful for the rain
Why can’t the inevitable be looked upon with grace
As if a handsome prince came and brushed a kiss upon my face
Or liken to a new mother shedding tears of joy in birth
Why can’t death mimic life, and not be a morbid curse
As March eases into spring and April brings forth her rain
And the earth exhales its life and everything is renewed again
Remember the precious moments that all add up to years
That extend beyond death, filling us with hope far beyond our fears.
by Donna B. Comeaux
Rewritten and Revised for
Verlender Comeaux Lee
August 28, 2013
All rights reserved
Copyright Pending
NOTE: Verlender Comeaux Lee was Glenn’s aunt (my husband). She died Sunday, August 25, 2013. Keep us in your prayers. This is the fourth funeral in two years.
I’m Still With You
I’m Still With You
I’m not sure what I would have done without the woman of my dreams
God knows I’d do anything and by any means
Given her the moon, the stars, my very last dime
To sway her, coax her, convince her please “Be mine?”
Eventually, her eyes opened, she saw no other way
Our destiny was set, love blossomed that day
I grinned, certain she’d be forever, ‘til death do us part
Now I am gone, I’ve broken her heart.
If there is any consolation my dear, my love, my wife of 27 years
The mountains we climbed and the hurdles we feared
Were nothing, absolutely nothing to cross, for the love in your eyes
Gave me all that I needed and much more besides.
There were times when the valleys took all of our strength
Waters flooded our path inch by inch
Waves bent us back, but we determined to pay
Any price, any calling, to dance to any piper’s tune
To love, be together, at peace in one room.
Don’t dwell on my departure for the remains of the day
Rather, remember happy times and how often we played
Recall the joy you brought me all of those years
The love we have still rings in my ears.
Without fail, I love you, I love you, I love you, Darlene
From every stuttered word to each glaring gleam
I’ll tuck you in tonight, you won’t even know I’m near
But by my love that still burns, sizzles, and comforts your fears.
by Donna B. Comeaux, Freelance Writer and Author
In loving memory of Michael Jacobs who departed us December 8, 2004
Dated December 9, 2004
(Revised August 17, 2013)
Please do not reproduce.