Oh, this weekend of Mother’s Day… I have always noticed that this day and Father’s Day carries with it special supernatural meaning because we are called to be family (and when that doesn’t happen, there’s deep pain.)
I pray more folks are adopted into loving community this weekend because they experience El Shaddai (“well breasted one”) because God nurtures us. I believe motherhood is a gift – whether you are a biological mom, or adopted mom, or a spiritual mom. Every woman has the potential to be like a healthy mother to others. I believe moms are created in God’s image. So, when you are rejected, unloved, that is not from God. I pray instead for healing and hope if this feels like you.
You are loved.
Love your people,
whether they are blood line or not.
What women in your life have been the hands and feet of God in His love and compassion? Take time to honour them, thank them, pray for them, remember them…
What woman (or man) in your life, is God calling you to ‘mother’ (or ‘father’) on His behalf? Take time to ask Him who and what that should look like…
Take the time this week to do that. Carry on the journey of Titus 2 intentional mentoring.
One morning I woke up with a vision of a family who is well known and loved within their community caring for orphans and widows and the homeless, but behind closed doors the daughters are mistreated. Several older daughters left the family to find freedom. The next daughter in line spoke up against the mistreatment, but the mistreatment simply shifted to the next youngest daughter, a leader in the making. The remaining oldest daughter’s heart broke at the betrayal and the expectation to remain and endure watching the mistreatment of another sister. She left for the sake of her own health.
But her heart breaks for those remaining sisters, some of whom know the mistreatment deeply and some who have yet to experience it for themselves. They have not yet come of age, or they quietly serve ‘in the kitchen, out of sight’, and some sisters feel the heaviness deeply and are praying like warriors trying to hold on.
My heart breaks when families become places of hurt and slavery for children, any gender.
What breaks my heart further is although some families finally recognize what they’ve lost in the mistreatment of their own, their apologies come not because of the hurt they have caused, but because of what they’ve lost themselves. Their wounds come not from what they have done wrong, but from what they have lost. They are only concerned that they are without wine because the women working the vineyard have fled.
Have you mistreated someone within your own family?
Weep and wail for you have put grief and burden deeply in their hearts. Beyond this, your betrayal brings generational bondage. Your family suffers like a person with an auto-immune disease, their body attacking itself.
We learn how to cram before exams in high school and college in order to get all the info in our heads. Then we grow up and carry the same attitudes in our marriages and in how we raise kids. We goof off all semester and expect our quick fixes to cultivate our relationships. In regards to raising our kids we neglect to invest in them regularly and instead pursue our own success and happiness. We can even pass off our kids to be raised by others like schools, churches, day care centres or kids clubs. Over time, we have neglected to build a firm foundation at home with our kids and one day they grow up and have failed to become the adults they could have become. We’ve outsourced the parenting of our children to others and are left regretting the years we’ve wasted. Cultivate the growth of your children. They are a blessing.