A Pandemic Mother’s Day Evokes An Abundance Of Emotions

Mother’s Day always evokes an abundance of emotions, especially during a global pandemic. Our family knows many who are celebrating their first Mother’s Day since their Mom passed on. In addition, a good number of our friends are preparing for the birth of  a very first child right around this national holiday. My heart is also with those who have been yearning for a child, yet have experienced infertility, like we did, or have sorrowed through a miscarriage. Being a Mother has definitely been the most difficult job I have ever had, but it has also been the greatest privilege.

Did you know? The modern American holiday of Mother’s Day was first celebrated in 1908, when Anna Jarvis held a memorial for her mother at St Andrew’s Methodist Church in Grafton, West Virginia, which now holds the International Mother’s Day Shrine. Her campaign to make “Mother’s Day” a recognized holiday in the United States began in 1905, the year her beloved mother, Ann Reeves Jarvis, died. Anna’s mission was to honor her own mother by continuing work she started and to set aside a day to honor mothers, “the person who has done more for you than anyone in the world”. Anna’s mother, Ann Jarvis, was a peace activist who cared for wounded soldiers on both sides of the Civil War and created Mother’s Day Work Clubs to address public health issues.

In 1908, the US Congress rejected a proposal to make an official holiday, among jokes that they would have to proclaim also a “Mother-in-law’s Day”. Due to the campaign efforts of Anna Jarvis, by 1911 all U.S. states observed the holiday, with some of them officially recognizing Mother’s Day as a local holiday, the first in 1910 being West Virginia, Jarvis’ home state. In 1914 Woodrow Wilson signed the proclamation creating Mother’s Day, the second Sunday in May, as a national holiday to honor mothers. (Wikipedia)

Funny, as in ironic, how Mother’s Day conjures up so many emotions. On a Mother’s Day Sunday service a few years back , our Pastor Ike Reighard asked ALL women age 18 and up to stand and be recognized as women-not just celebrate mothers. Pastor Ike pointed out that many women who want children have not been able to have them, yet.

He did not want these women to feel isolated on Mother’s Day, a very thoughtful gesture. Our  church had single roses and cupcakes for everyone. It was a beautiful morning of celebrating the gift of MOM. The NINE Gifts of the Spirit were in full bloom for Mother’s Day at Piedmont Church.

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But the fruit of the Spirit is LOVE, JOY, PEACE (personal growth fruit)

PATIENCE, KINDNESS, GOODNESS (personal relationships fruit)

FAITHFULNESS, GENTLENESS, and SELF-CONTROL (personal development fruits). “

Galatians 5:22-23

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My husband and me with our much loved Moms who are both now angels in heaven.

Yes, Mother’s Day evokes so many feelings. With all the touching Facebook posts/pictures of our mothers, what’s not to love? But what if that was not your personal experience? What if your memories include a mother who lacked financial resources, mental health, or the support of family/friends? What if your mother passed recently, like our friend, John, and you are still reeling from the news? Adopted at birth, what if you would like to meet your birth mother, yet the opportunity has not yet presented itself? What if your mother was an addict, hooked on pills or booze during your growing up years? What if unexpected infertility describes your journey when this holiday arrives? What if you’ve experienced the devastating loss of your unborn child, like two of our niece, Amy’s best friends?  What if you’ve experienced the loss of a son or daughter in your earthly lifetime? What if your mother passed when you were very young and you have little memory of her? What if…?

One thing I know for sure is that every one of us has a mother who chose LIFE for us, and with the enormity of the present day abortion controversy, this is a bigger deal than it has ever been before.

As a woman, a mother, a wife, a daughter, a grandmother, how can you and I bear more fruit as we journey through our lives? Are our branches bare?

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This morning’s sunrise reminded me of my Mama’s favorite verse: Psalm 118:24

I am the vine, and my Father is the gardener. He cuts off every branch in me that bears no fruit, while every branch that does grow fruit he prunes so that it will be even more fruitful. Remain in me, and I will remain in you. No branch can bear fruit by itself; it must remain in the vine. Neither can you bear fruit unless you remain in me. I am the vine; you are the branches. If a man remains in me and I in him, he will bear much fruit; apart from me you can do nothing. If anyone does not remain in me, he is like a branch, that is thrown away and withers; such branches are picked up, thrown into the fire and burned. If you remain in me and my words remain in you, ask whatever you wish, and it will be given you. This is to my Father’s glory, that you bear much fruit, showing yourselves to be my disciples.” 

John 15: 1-2; 4;5-8

 I recently considered two songs that have inspired me.

Click on the links below to hear them and make it a great day!

Jeremy Camp’s He Knows

Selah’s Press On

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