A HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY, AT LAST
O God, thank you for a wonderful Mother’s Day.
For the first time in 23 years, I was free to enjoy it.
Before my daughter was born, I was terrified
eager to meet this new responsibility perfectly.
Forgive me, Lord, for my fear.
Then for quite a while, though I was doing good for her,
My mind was on myself. I’m doing it right, better than others I can name.
Forgive me, Lord, for my pride.
But as years went by, it became clear
In many areas, I’d failed.
How could I have missed so much? Been so blind? Made such poor decisions?
How will she recover? She’s suffering deeply.
I’ve let her down, let my Lord down;
I’ve damaged this precious person whom He entrusted to my care.
Mother’s Day was a time to reflect on my shortcomings.
Forgive me, Lord, for my myopia.
Over past few months, though, something’s clicked.
I can’t even say how, or when.
But it’s finally sunk in: The final product is not my responsibility.
And, God’s grace is bigger than all of my mistakes.
And, He doesn’t regret giving me this job.
Thank you, Lord, for your mercy.
Now Lord, you know
In weeks and years ahead, when challenges rise again,
I’m likely to forget the wonder of this day.
And I have friends who share my struggles.
May we all know, may we all remember, may we treasure this truth:
Your love is greater than any human sin or error.
It’s true for us, true for our dear children.
Thank you, Lord, for your love. For your truth.
And for a happy Mother’s Day, at last.
Mary Brown
5/10/15
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