God, I cannot keep a plant alive. I cannot grow a garden. My daisies are a massive curiosity. Yet, you trusted me to keep a gift alive, to grow a 7 pound miracle into a functional human, and to plant him in your richness surrounded by your light.
I don’t know why you trusted me with this gift of my son. Furthermore, I don’t know how you conquered my health so I could receive this gift. But God, you did.
On my knees and spilled out, I whisper a thank you.
Motherhood is the most challenging concept to figure out. I think of the intricate design that allows motherhood to exist, and my mind is blown. Frankly, my ears are closed. Lol. I cannot handle hearing or talking about the intricacies of a woman’s internal design. It is mind blowing!!
Then, this child escapes its womb and finds its place nestled against the very heart that has held it from its conception. Again, my mind and my heart are blown.
And Then …. the “motherhood challenge” begins.
God Above, your gift of motherhood has not changed through the ages. It is a universal gift. It is a beautiful design yet a normal function. It has happened throughout time and It will continue to happen.
Yet, this gift of motherhood is beyond individually unique. It is personal and special. Each entrance into motherhood is one of a kind. There is no other story that compares to our story. For our story is a gift like no other. And vice-versa.
How you design gifts to be simultaneously universal yet powerfully individual is proof of your love! And I say, Thank you.
Father, may I speak a moment from the emptiness of a womb? Father, you know the weight of that emptiness. You know how much it physically hurts. You know the hole that silences emotions deep within. I know you know. For Lord you have heard my words on this matter since 2007.
Dear Father God, I think of the woman who knows this level of emptiness too well. Will you please hold her. Let her feel your arms around her. Confirm in her the value you see in her. Strengthen her heart. Mend her soul. Touch her tears. Speak truth to her heart. And Father, oh Father . . . (Psalm 66:19) . . . Selah.
God, I consider this concept of motherhood and whisper Thank You.
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