Last year, I went to the church I grew up in for Mother’s Day. As they do each year, they asked congregants who were “great great grandmas” to stand, then “great grandmas” then “grandmas” and (finally) “moms.” Each woman was recognized with a flower, book, and applause.
I sat, warming my seat, reminded of what I’m not. Of something that I may never be. And my heart ached.
As I’ve looked back on the experience, I realized that I am probably not the only one aching on Mother’s Day, as there are those whose Moms are no longer around. Maybe the mere sight of a Mother’s Day greeting card section at Hallmark is a painful reminder of something you don’t have. And it hurts.
To those people (though I don’t fully understand), I offer this: Let God mother you. We often picture God in the masculine form, but I firmly believe that God is big enough to mother us and to fill those aches in our hearts.
“As a mother comforts her child, so I will comfort you.” -Isaiah 66:13