Thank You God for our mothers.
Becoming a mother is an extraordinary experience. It is the best of jobs and the hardest of jobs. And sometimes it is the most heart-wrenching.
Motherhood is a life sentence. You never get over it and you don’t get a parole. Heart strings are permanently attached to the child no matter how old she gets or how far away he roams.
Mothers bend over to wipe snotty noses. They stand up and cheer at every achievement. They kneel to pray on the first day of school, over a new drivers’ licenses, at the first date, and when the prodigal is far from the fold.
Mothers never give up. They keep fighting for the needs their children. They keep loving. They keep believing for the best. They keep praying.
Mothering takes on different roles and comes in a variety of shapes. Aunt, neighbor, step-parent, friend, teacher, mentor. God made women to be nurturers to show the world what He is like. His tender devotion, His patience, His faithfulness.
Mothers work long and hard. They get tired. But they never tire of hearing, “I love you.”
Someone is waiting to hear those words today.
Blessings on the hand of women!
Angels guard its strength and grace.
In the palace, cottage, hovel,
Oh, no matter where the place;
Would that never storms assailed it,
Rainbows ever gently curled,
For the hand that rocks the cradle
Is the hand that rules the world.