We all tend to get down on ourselves, like we could be better, do more. But, moms especially. Boy, oh boy, can they beat themselves up! Rocky Balboa, fresh out of his Russian snow-training, couldn’t do a better job of self-clobbering! So, I was praying this Saturday, prepping for Mother’s Day— which went very well, thankfully, as my wife and my mother felt especially loved— mission accomplished!— and this thought occurred to me. It’s something I want every mom to know:
Well Done
You sometimes doubt your worth
In tears,
Wishing to give all to those you gave birth
To, but, my dears!
Let God be God,
And you be you.
He cares for them, yes,
Even more than you do.
Like Mother Mary, you do your part,
In trust.
And, from His bounty
And your fertile heart,
God brings flowers
From the dust.
He hears,
Calms fears,
Loves through your serving hands—
Patiently understands.
Above all, He knows all,
Runs even faster than you, when they call.
So, please, just breathe,
Surrender in His power.
Recall your belief
With each day, and look to the flower.
It sleeps in the dark, in peace,
Then opens to the sun.
Mothers, you’re here— Thank you!
It’s so vital you didn’t run.
Rest in God’s whisper to you,
Blessed women,
“Well done.”
In gratitude for all the mothers in my life,
Michael
Aww I love the poem Michael! This is so so true as a mother it is often hard to let go and let God! Love you bro! Thanks for your poetic tender heart - Jesus couldn’t have said it better himself!! :)
Oh Michael 💗this is so beautiful, so wonderful it made me cry. But a good cry. Thank you again for all you do, especially for my Larry. True friends are hard to come by. You are true. God Bless you and your family. Merlene “Mimi” 💗🙏🙏💗