Mother’s Day has been a difficult day for me over the years. It comes on the aftermath of my birthday, another challenging day. As a leader, extrovert, initiator, and one who loves to CELEBRATE, I usually find myself initiating a party, giving gifts to others on these special days. I do this in an attempt to ease the pain of the questions that torment me:
Does anyone see? Does anyone care? Does anyone even know? Am I worth being celebrated?
Thus goes my pity party year after year. The questions are left unanswered, to be asked again next year. As I have stepped over a threshold into a new decade, yes the big 50, I have pondered the year of JUBILEE.
In Leviticus 25 we read about this instrumental year that has happen every 50 years in the history of Israel and something that God initiated. It is a time when people are released from their debts, when slaves are set free, when land is returned to the rightful owner and so much more. Yes, a real celebratory time.
However, as I entered into Jubilee, my thoughts were not so much of celebration but of how in the world did I get in this place of being indebted and enslaved? And as I have thought about THAT question, my prayer has been, “LORD, don’t let me go back.”
So as I approached these somewhat lonely holidays, I purposefully asked the Lord to lead me down a NEW path...one that leads to hope and not into that pit of pity. However, this was unfamiliar territory and I needed help.
As I sat in church on Mother’s Day feeling alone, I heard the all familiar message exhorting the father’s in the room to love sacrificially, to lay down their lives and honor their wives and daughters (who will one day grow up to be mothers). I felt myself slipping into that pit, tears were falling, and despair was breaking in. Feeling the absence of someone to validate me, I had a thought: I paused and looked to the Father of my children and asked HIM to validate me as mom. What a revolutionary idea…instead of feeling lack, once again I realized that my eternal validation comes from Him. Even the words, gifts, cards that my children or an earthly husband could offer are nothing in comparison to His eternal words of life.
So once again, the Beloved and Faithful Father has taken me by the hand and led me down a new path of being alive in Him. Yes, the words and affirmation from children, friends, and family are beautiful. Those sentiments are necessary. I know, they come from the Spirit. Those encouragements given are Him in the flesh…BUT when those words and actions from others are lacking (which for many single mothers they are) we have access to HIM, the LIVING WORD…
When my soul is distressed, I often find comfort in reading and praying Isaiah 54:11,14 from The Voice.
Ah, Jerusalem (I often substitute my own name here),
so miserable and distressed! (YES, this is a message for ME)
Every one of your children will be a student of the Eternal;
oh, they’ll be so happy and live in peace!
This time, you will be founded and grounded
on right thought, speech, and action.
Isaiah 54: 11, 14 ( The Voice)
So as Mother’s Day came to an end, once again I found my hope in HIM and His Word…His promise is that my life will be founded on right thought, speech and action. I am thankful He has taken me by the hand once again and shown me a new way.
What new path does the Lord want to lead you on?
By Misty Honnold
Mother of 2 adult girls, 2 adult sons & 2 amazing NEW sons (married to daughters)
1 Corinthians 13 Parenting Team Member
Executive Director and Founder of The Single MOM KC
Hostess of Mocha Moments For The Single MOM