The Complexity of Mother’s Day

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I usually reserve my posts to my own writings and my own thoughts, but as Mother’s Day approaches, it can be a very emotionally charged, complex day.

Amy Young, who has a blog called, “The Messy Middle”, has written a beautiful tribute to mothers that I would like to share with you. Please enjoy. Please share this with a mom who needs this. Thank you Amy for your wonderful insight.

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To those who gave birth this year to their first child—we celebrate with you.

To those who lost a child this year – we mourn with you.

To those who are in the trenches with little ones every day and wear the badge of food stains – we appreciate you.

To those who experienced loss through miscarriage, failed adoptions, or running away—we mourn with you.

To those who walk the hard path of infertility, fraught with pokes, prods, tears, and disappointment – we walk with you. Forgive us when we say foolish things. We don’t mean to make this harder than it is.

To those who are foster moms, mentor moms, and spiritual moms – we need you.

To those who have warm and close relationships with your children – we celebrate with you.

To those who have disappointment, heart ache, and distance with your children – we sit with you.

To those who lost their mothers this year – we grieve with you.

To those who experienced abuse at the hands of your own mother – we acknowledge your experience.

To those who lived through driving tests, medical tests, and the overall testing of motherhood – we are better for having you in our midst.

To those who have aborted children – we remember them and you on this day.

To those who are single and long to be married and mothering your own children – we mourn that life has not turned out the way you longed for it to be.

To those who step-parent – we walk with you on these complex paths.

To those who envisioned lavishing love on grandchildren -yet that dream is not to be, we grieve with you.

To those who will have emptier nests in the upcoming year – we grieve and rejoice with you.

To those who placed children up for adoption — we commend you for your selflessness and remember how you hold that child in your heart.

And to those who are pregnant with new life, both expected and surprising –we anticipate with you

This Mother’s Day, we walk with you. Mothering is not for the faint of heart and we have real warriors in our midst. We remember you.

-Amy Young http://messymiddle.wordpress.com/

A song screams silently inside my head

A song screams silently inside my head
Curses, blessings, words that are said
No hope, no life, yet born to achieve
Choosing the language I need to believe

Another day, same ol’ fight
Soul poorly lit, losing sight
Bones grow weak, eyes close slow
Can’t feel the pain, can’t feel the glow

Waking up, a brand new leaf
Turn it over, same ol’ beliefs
Intentions grand, easy to say
Knowing truth, can’t stop destructive ways

Sing out loud, my mouth shouts for something
Shout out loud, my mouth sings for nothing
Lift up my hands, surrender leads to something
Bow my head, knowing I have nothing

Grace sounds easy, too good to be true
Accessible to everyone, gentile, Jew
Grace echos gratis, free of charge
Small on rules, the spirits large

Definition free, don’t cost a thing
Boundless, limitless, cost everything
What once were gains, now called loss
Searching for life, found at the cross

Accepting myself, not easy to do
Believing essential, all things new
Higher power, strong enough
Humility hard, realities rough

Sing out loud, my mouth shouts for something
Shout out loud, my mouth sings for nothing
Lift up my hands, surrender leads to something
Bow my head, knowing I have nothing

I love, I try, I’m bold, I’m shy
I fall, I lie, I soar, I fly
I jump, I leap, I bow, I sigh
I moan, I groan, I live, I die

A song screams silently in my head
Curses, blessings, words that are said
Choose to believe, promises given me
Language changes, grace becomes beauty

Just A Few Thoughts on Storms

Storms: We all have them.

Financial storms.
Health storms.
Relational storms.
Emotional storms.
Storm storms.

What happens when we experience storms?

ONE, we reprioritize what is really valuable and important.

Things that seemed important, are no longer.

People we took for granted, are no longer.

Storms have a way of putting back in proper order things that are proper.

TWO, we find out who our real friends are.

As Oprah Winfrey once said, “Lots of people want to ride with you in the limo, but what you want is someone who will take the bus with you when the limo breaks down.”

THREE, we stop talking about God and start talking to Him.

David spends the first part of Psalm 23 talking about God, but when he gets to the valley that has death shadows blocking the sun, he starts talking to God.

FOUR, many times it is during storms where we discover super natural strength.

The apostle Paul writes, “…suffering produces perseverance, perseverance character, and character hope.”

J.R.R. Tolkien wrote,
“All that is gold does not glitter
not all those who wander are lost
the old that is strong does not wither
deep roots are not reached by the frost
From the ashes a fire shall be woken
a light from the shadows shall spring
renewed shall be blade that was broken
the crown less again shall be king.”

The storms and floods that have hit Sahel Academy in Niamey, Niger will not have the last word.

It will rise back up, rebuild and become an even brighter beacon of hope.

It will rise back up, rebuild and train a greater generation to share the love and grace of Jesus.

It will rise back up, rebuild and reach a country whose median age is 15.

It will rise back up, rebuild and heal the broken-hearted and will set those held captive by religion free.

Our prayers are with you and for you!

God bless all the teachers and faculty.

Please do not give up, for there is a great reward.

Standing on Tip Toes, Hoping I Can See the Ground

Feels like a desert rain, more like a hurricane
Looks like a thorny rose, dressed in God’s own clothes
Sounds like a distant sound, hope a melody is found

Kaleidoscope of views, while no ones in the pews
Born to posture, ever changing roster
Striving to succeed, punishment follows good deeds

I pour out my heart, pour out my love
I pour out my heart, pour out my love
Need a shot of novacaine, to ease the pain
Need a cold heart to heat, finding meaning between the beats

Fighting a resilient rage, trying to turn the page
Searching for sunny days, clouds stay in my way
Overwhelmed, a stunning view, pleasures all too few

I pour out my heart, pour out my love
I pour out my heart, pour out my love
Need a shot of novacaine, to ease the pain
Need a cold heart to heat, finding meaning between the beats

Addicted to life that’s bitter, sober thoughts of life that’s better
Eyes set on morning after, darkness shrouds future laughter
Standing on tip toes, hoping I can see the ground

I pour out my heart, pour out my love
I pour out my heart, pour out my love
Need a shot of novacaine, to ease the pain
Need a cold heart to heat, finding meaning between the beats

Sense a new day is coming, need a new way of thinking
Sense a new hunger for learning, need a new way of teaching
Sense a new redemption, a new way of salvation

I pour out my heart, pour out my love
I pour out my heart, pour out my love
No need for novacaine, there’s a new meaning to pain
My cold heart heats, my new heart beats
I am done with the chase, unwrapped by the gift of GRACE