I wrote this a few years ago. I’m always in awe of God’s handiwork. Each Mother’s Day I am astounded by the amazing miracle of life. As new mother’s celebrate and all mother’s are reminded of this incredible gift – life.
God must authentically and positively love mothers. Think about it. He could choose any place, any where to do his miracle. He chose her and created her for his purpose of bearing life. She, on the inside houses not only a womb, the formation of new life. She inevitably holds in that space the tender development of her baby’s heart. For nine months her womb is growing and God is forming a person that will change her life and others forever. When the gestation period is complete, labor pains occur and a child is birthed. I don’t know God’s mind in this. I wonder sometimes if women are given pain at birth to cover up for the heart pain of another heart leaving her body. Really. When else are mom and child’s hearts so protectantly enclosed? So it was in the garden with God with Adam and Eve. They walked and lived close, face to face. It wasn’t until Eve’s disobedience were they not permitted to stay in. God’s heart must of ACHED. He had created a beautiful home for humans to live in close communion with him only to be slighted. Thankfully, he doesn’t leave people out in the boonies forever. This magnificent God invites again, again and again. His premises takes on higher ground and meaning. First he gives up his only son nailed to a cross for each human’s sin and then he takes him where he is. Yeah! Forbearingly, isnt it like God to show his grace when all pain is forgotten and a mother’s arms cradle her baby so they are close again? Everyone of us whether we acknowledge or not have heard our mom’s heartbeat. We have felt the pulse of another human heart. Those first repeating sounds we heard in the womb could be amniotic fluid (like streams of water) or the chamber of another heart. Chamber in Greek means “inner room” and shares its origin with the heart. We have to remember there is more than a mother’s heart in the father’s heart for his children. ““Can a mother forget the baby at her breast and have no compassion on the child she has borne? Though she may forget, I will not forget you! See, I have engraved you on the palms of my hands; your walls are ever before me.” Isaiah 49:15-16.I have to remember this as a parent to turn over each of my children to His keeping and trust. His ways are higher. That is sufficent. This new place or crib God invites us to has no gates, no curse. It’s aligned with precious jewels and gold. There are no electricity bills. There is uninterrupted communion with the one on the throne in a NEWER garden. I invite you to read the last chapters of Revelation and take to heart the place he took his son and others who have chosen to ‘come’.
Happy Mother’s Day!
Writingpambo 