I see you, girl.

I see you in your season of waiting to have a baby of your own.

I see how your heart is torn perfectly in half by the grief of a child gone too soon and the rest of your family still here with you.

I see you where you sit with a mom close by,  but absent.

I see you longing to hug the mom you had to bury.

There’s about to be a whole lot of posts in your feed celebrating Mother’s Day, including my own business page, but I want to acknowledge how excruciating this day can be for some.

A lot of us are looking forward to this weekend. Yet, a lot of us are hurting in at least one of these ways. A lot of us are a bittersweet mixture of both.

I have close friends and family who fit into each of those categories, including myself.

I just want you to know that you’re not forgotten here. As much as all the greatest moms should be celebrated, those hurting should be equally prayed for over this weekend.

And greater still, you’re not forgotten by the one who created you. He draws near to the broken-hearted. He is the one who created a way to have hope in even the darkest and longest times.  He wants you to take it to Him before you take it to anyone…your girlfriends, your husband, and even your mom.  If you’re carrying something you’ve not had the courage to lay at His feet, I think this is a great weekend to remember how to do so, or maybe to do it for the first time.  Its something I’ve been working on, and I’m nowhere near perfect at it, but I can tell you that you’ll never regret sitting in prayer before speaking out loud.  He cares for you more than anyone in this world and He has you in His hands. His timing is perfect and his perspective is everything.

Faith is hard sometimes. Its a conscious choice a lot of days…especially the hard ones, but its not one I want to look back and kick myself for not making at the end of this short life, because in the end, having faith in God is the only thing that makes sense.

 

*I want to add one more thing. Prayer and faith do not negate the need for professional help and Christian counseling, and none of that is shameful, but its step one for everything, even when it feels pointless.*