Inhaling His Whispers of Rich Grace

Hear my cry, O God; give heed to my prayer.  From the end of the earth I call to Thee, when my heart is faint; lead me to the rock that is higher than I.   For Thou hast been a refuge for me, a tower of strength against the enemy.  Let me dwell in Thy tent forever; let me take refuge in the shelter of Thy wings.   Psalm 61:1-4 In the moments of our weakness, when our heart faints beneath the load of pain, the hard, rejection, darts hurled; we have a ROCK, Jesus.  Like David prayed, lead me to that rock, a rock that is higher than I.  This is a truth and one that reminds me of where to go and that God is a sure and solid foundation, a rock to stand upon and steady oneself. David found God to be a place of refuge, a tower of strength as he once again faced the taunts that were hurled at him and another person out to get him.  I just love that word picture of a tower of strength and towers are built on rock, something solid. I too, like David, c...

Luke 15:20 "And he got up and came to his father, but while he was still a long way off, his father saw him, and felt compassion for him, and ran and embraced him, and kissed him." Compassion.  Love. The celebration of Mothers carries a tension of celebrating the life they give and yet, yet there is an ache that many carry.  A mother's love.  The tender care, the listening ear.  The gift of loving the ones that call her mom. As a mother I carry the joy of being able to love the three that call me mom. There is also the ache. Ache of mothers no longer here. Mothers that left. Women whose arms are vacant of little ones that define them as mothers. Women who remain unmarried. I carry the ache of sorrow and grieve as I am imperfect and failed in so many ways the three that call me mom. This day, this celebration holds both joy and sorrow, hopes fulfilled and the ache of unfulfilled desires.  The reality is, one may never birth a child and still be a mother. God's he...