A Love Offering

A Mother's Day love offering of words from my heart to yours.

To every woman waiting. Hoping. Praying. Searching. Longing. Yearning. Wishing. For pink lines and signed papers. For tiny feet and bonnets with ribbons. For baby showers and nursery decorating. For the sounds of heaven to keep you up at night.

He sees you. He loves you. He knows.

To every woman who misses and grieves and wishes for just one more day with Mama. Who would give anything to have one more moment. One more chance. One more opportunity.

He sees you. He loves you. He knows.

To every woman who is raising her children alone. For the heavy load. For the burden you carry. For the pain that cuts like a knife. For the weight that keeps you on bended knees, praying for every need to be met in the lives of your children. For the times that you have been dismissed or rejected or judged or overlooked. For the Mother's Day that lacks in acknowledgment and gifts and flowers and cards and special photographs.

He sees you. He loves you. He knows.

To every woman who has been undone beyond anything a human heart can comprehend. Unraveled at the very core of her being. Who has carried life in her womb only to lose that precious life in the end.

He sees you. He loves you. He knows.

To every woman who has carried life and sacrificed through circumstances beyond any understanding and who chose the selfless act of placing their life gift, their love offering, into the arms of another woman and whose gift made someone else a Mother.

He sees you. He loves you. He knows.

For every woman who cannot do today. Who just cannot. 

Who cannot bear to even blink or breathe or gasp for air because of the pain of all that this day doesn't represent for your heart. For all that never happened. And never will. For all of the love that was withheld. For all of the wrong that was done. For all of the good that was never shown. For all of the places and spaces inside that lack and ache and will not surrender you peace. 

For all of the Mother Daughter dreams that never came to pass. For the prodigal Mother who will not relent. For the prodigal daughter who will not come home. For the wedge of hopelessness and despair between you. For the weeping and the wailing. For the midnight hour that holds your heart hostage. For all of the love that was never offered or given or spoken or felt. For all that never was and never will be. For all of your golden childhood that was stolen from you. For every bow that was never placed. For every strand of pearls you were never given. For every day you were never celebrated. Photographed. Blessed. Loved. Cherished. Adored...

He sees you. He loves you. He knows.

And He is a God who will restore. He will redeem. He will renew. He will repair. He will offer you a recompense and restitution and reconciliation above anything that you can think, hope or imagine. He is a Father who loves you and sees you and He knows it all, beautiful friend. He is well able. He is more than enough. He can fill every crack and broken place. He can can heal every crevice of injustice. He can give you something to hope for. To believe in. He can heal your heart to trust again. To breathe again. To love again. He is the One who reveals things so that He can heal things. He holds you in the palm of His hand and He has such extraordinary purpose and plans for you, His beloved Daughter.

He sees you. He loves you. He knows.

"You are the God who sees me." Genesis 16:13