Inhaling His Whispers of Rich Grace

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...