The young mom was crying inconsolably in the lobby of our
hospital. For once, I was not waiting as a patient, but rather waiting to pick
up my husband. As my children and I sat, I tried to avert my eyes, but they
were drawn to her anguished face. The gentleman she was addressing was speaking
very softly, very calmly and trying to comfort her.
My daughter texted me from two seats down: “I need to hug
her, Mom.” And I could only nod. I was feeling exactly the same way.
As a matter of fact, two weeks have passed and still, I need
to hug this mom. I need to ease her burden in some tangible way. As I entered
the hospital yesterday, I desperately searched all the faces, hoping to find
her’s. I am honestly not sure what I
would have done if she had been there.
She doesn’t know me. She doesn’t know that I overheard her grief two
weeks ago. I don’t even know why she and her child were at the hospital. But I
serve the One who does. I am thankful God knows her name, knows her pain and
loves her and her child in ways I can not even fathom.
Yesterday, I had the opportunity to speak with some Moms
whose children will have the same spinal surgery this summer that my Benjamin
had last summer. It is a privilege to be able to offer them encouragement
through addressing their concerns about what surgery and post-surgery look
like.
At one point, I looked into the tear-filled eyes of one of
the moms and was transported back to this week last year when those tear-filled
eyes belonged to me. I so wanted to lift her burden, to help her carry it. But
all I could offer was my own experiences and a hug from one mom to the other.
As we approach Mother’s Day this weekend, I can not help but
think of these moms, of women walking the hardest of roads this season with
sick children, children needing surgeries, recovering from surgeries and
fighting for their lives.
So this Mother’s Day, I am praying for a day that is more
than just greeting card-hype. I am asking God for a day to celebrate the
over-comers, the cheerleaders, the ones who push and pull and hope and dream for
their children even when their children can’t.
Oh hurting Mamas, I know. I know that motherhood has been
more than cute clothes, photogenic moments and Pinterest projects. I know you have spent more time
in hospitals and learning about IVs and catheters and pain meds than you ever
dreamed possible. Oh, I know these were not the days you dreamed of when you
discovered you were expecting.
I know.
So today, I am asking God to bless the Mom who navigates
doorways, elevators and halls lovingly pulling in her daughter’s outstretched
arms while protecting that sweet girl's speaking-device, and pushing the
wheelchair simultaneously. Oh Mom, I pray that this weekend, you feel
cherished, and celebrated. I am asking
God to help you find the joy in your daughter’s beautiful smile and see the
love that shines from her eyes. I pray that you put aside all your fears of her
upcoming surgery and just embrace the gift of mothering her.
And to the mom grieving so in the lobby two weeks ago: I am
praying that today is brighter for you and your child. I pray that whatever the
pain, the hurt, the sickness, that today your child is healing and feeling
better. And even if he is not, I am begging God on your behalf to give you
strength and peace that only He can provide.
And for you dear Moms all around the country facing
struggles today, I ask God to bless you. I am asking Him to help you look into
the face of the precious gift He trusted with YOU and feel blessed no matter
what trial you and your little ones are facing. Every child is a gift.
Every Mom is blessed.
"God is not unjust; he will not forget your work and the love you have shown him as you have helped his people and continue to help them." Hebrews 6:10
God knows, dear ones. God sees the work you do on behalf of the gifts He has given. He knows the hours spent in doctor's offices, surgical waiting rooms and walking the floors. He knows the tears you cry and the joys you count. He knows. And He does not forget.
May His peace wrap you up this Mother's Day and help you count every gift as joy.
1 comments:
I can't wait to be a pediatric nurse so that I can help these families in need. I have been on the other side and can't wait to bring my experiences out to help others. As always, thanks for sharing. I love reading your words.
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