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Please pray with me and for me. Father God on this Mother’s Day may we remember the Jewish Proverb: God could not be everywhere therefore He created mothers. Father God we give thanks this day for women who made the choice to give birth of the child in their womb. Thank you Father God, for moms who love us, pray for us, and have never forgotten their own. Amen In Glasgow, Scotland, a young lady (like a lot of teens today), got tired at home and the restraints of parents. The daughter rejected her family’s religious lifestyle and said, “I don’t want your God. I give up. I’m leaving!” She left home, deciding to become a woman of the world. Before long, however, she was dejected and unable to find a job, so she took to the streets to sell herself as a prostitute. The years passed by, her father died, her mother grew older, and the daughter became more and more entrenched in her way of life. No contact was made between mother and daughter during these years. The mother having heard of her daughter’s whereabouts, made her way to the skid-row section of the city in search of her daughter. She stopped at each of the rescue’s missions with a simple request, “Would you allow me to put up this picture?” It was a picture of a smiling, gray-haired mother with a hand written message at the bottom: “I love you still…. Come home!” Some months went by, and nothing happened. Then one day the daughter wandered into a rescue mission for a needed meal. She sat absent-mindedly listening to the service, all the while letting her eyes wander over the bulletin board. There she saw the picture and thought, Could that be my mother? She couldn’t wait till the service was over. She stood and went to look. It was her mother, and there were those words, “I love you still…. Come home!” As she stood in front of the picture, she wept. It was too good to be true. By this time it was night, but she was so touched by the message that she started walking home. By the time she arrived it was early in the morning. She was afraid and made her way timidly, not really knowing what to do. As she knocked, the door flew open on its own. She thought someone must have broken into the house. Concerned for her mother’s safety, the young woman ran to the bedroom and found her mother asleep. She shook her mother awake and said, “IT’S ME! IT’S ME! I’M HOME!” Her mother could not believe her eyes. She wiped her tears and mother and daughter fell into each other’s arms. I don’t believe the love between a mother and her child ever goes away. Yes, there are disappointments and hurts but the love, the hope, never fades away. In studying the Bible we learn in the Book of Exodus that King Pharaoh gave the order to all of his people that the newborn Israelite boys were to be put in the Niles River but the girls were to be spared. This way more Israelite children could not be conceived. Open your Bible to Exodus 2:1-10. During this time, a man and a woman from the tribe of Levi got married. The woman became pregnant and gave birth to a son. She saw what a beautiful baby boy he was and kept him hidden for three months. And when she could not hide him no longer she placed him in a basket made of bulrushes, and daubed it (waterproofed it) with bitumen and pitch; (tar) and she put the child in it and placed it among the reeds at the river’s brink. And his sister stood at a distance, to know what would be done to him. Now the daughter of Pharaoh came down to bathe at the river, and her maidens walked beside the river; she saw the basket among the reeds and sent her maid to fetch it. When she opened it she saw the child; and lo the baby was crying. She took pity on him and said, “This is one of the Hebrew’s children.” Then his sister said to Pharaoh’s daughter, “Shall I go and call a nurse from the Hebrew women to nurse the child for you?” And Pharaoh’s daughter said to her, “Go.” So the girl went and called the child’s mother. And Pharaoh’s daughter said to her, “Take this child away, and nurse him for me, and I will give you your wages.” So the woman took him and nursed him. And the child grew, and she brought him to Pharaoh’s daughter, and he became her son; and she named him Moses, for she said, “Because I drew him out of the water.” When a mother bonds with her child, blood or not blood, biological or adopted or befriended, how could the love between a mother and that child ever be changed? In the words and wisdom of Maureen Hawkins: Before you were conceived I wanted you.
The miracle of love is that a momma never stops loving her baby; hoping for the best for her baby and is there for her child through thick and thin. Chronologically the world may see them as an adult but in a mother’s heart they are always her little child. |
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