Just some early morning thoughts from me to you…
Just some early morning thoughts from me to you
“But Mary treasured up all these things, pondering them in her heart.”
Luke 2:19 (ESV)
“And His mother treasured up all these things in her heart.”
Luke 2: 51b (ESV)
She was sobbing uncontrollably as she walked out of her bedroom into the family room one Mother’s Day evening a few years ago.
Our elder granddaughter Hannah was beyond consolation.
Mother’s Day was coming to an end and in the busyness of the day she had forgotten, until now at the end of the day, to give her Mimi the card she had worked so hard to prepare.
As Lynda took into her hand the one-of-a-kind original card from her Hannah, she read the words—
“I U Mimi”—
With a picture drawn below that expression of her love for her Mimi, of figures meant to be Mimi and Hannah hugging each other.
After reading the card quietly to herself, then aloud, Lynda took Hannah into her arms, holding her now calmer granddaughter also in the space in her heart which only a granddaughter could fill and bathed her over-and-over in those same words—
“I love U Hannah. I love you.”
Remembering all of that, my thoughts returned to moments seared in my memory from many years earlier, of Lynda and our then 2-year-old son sitting together on the floor reading book after book; walking through the yard smelling flower after flower together; comforting him when he climbed out of his crib simply needing to be nearer our voices; or “chit-chatting” together on the bed during one of his breaks from college; and thousands of other similar moments between a mother and her son.
Moments which Lynda still treasures in her heart.
Memories held forever in the spaces in her heart only her son can occupy.
It’s clear, that mothers like Mary and Lynda, and Lynda’s mom, and Amy, the mother of our two granddaughters, individually and together, paint the picture of the mother God intended and created when He planned it all. Mothers who forever have a space in their heart the exact shape and size of each child God places in their lives.
A space which fills up with time spent together, talks, touches, tears and accomplishments. Moments and events that mothers like those I mentioned above wish would occur time-after-time. Spaces which remain filled to the brim, even when their child grows and journeys out on their own, or are not as available as they once were, or forget when they shouldn’t. Spaces which grieve with sorrow when a child is lost, loses their way, or forgets how wonderfully created they are.
Mothers with a space which sacrifices every personal advantage, every self-centered moment, and every longed-for opportunity—for every child God has entrusted in their lives.
Mothers with a space which defers their stuff and dreams, of taking new roads to personal advancement, pleasure and comfort, when to do so would compromise the best interests and opportunities moments of her child, and all the children in their lives.
Spaces in their hearts which always remain the exact size and shape of each child entrusted to their care—forever.
Only in a Mother’s heart.
Forever in a Mother’s heart.
Thank God for—A Mother’s Heart.
In His Name–Scott
There’s one scene where Eric Liddell is speaking in the rain and against a backdrop of umbrellas, to a group who stayed to hear him share after he had competed in the event. As the rain falls steadily on those assembled on the now-quiet track, he compares faith to running in a race, as he asks…
“Where does the power come from to run the race?”
Think about it for a moment—He rode in on a donkey on Palm Sunday, died on the cross for us on Friday, rose from the tomb on Sunday morning, and then left each of us with His cell phone number.
As I remember the moment a few years ago, I was having one of those days. We all have them. And I almost didn’t go to the kids’ house that night because of it—but decided to stop in quickly to say hello to their guests.
It’s a good thing I did.
A God thing.