Sunday, May 8, 2011

A Mother's Day Card from Heaven

Well, this Mother's Day was a hard one.  This is my first Mother's Day as a mommy to a child in heaven.  Hard.  Very hard.

This Mother's Day got me to realize that there are tons of people out there who don't get to have a joyful Mother's Day, yet I never see any greeting cards for those people.  Everything always seems to be so beautiful on Mother's Day, but for many people, this day doesn't feel very beautiful.

My heart aches today for those moms who have a child in heaven.  My heart aches today for anyone whose mom is no longer on this earth.  My heart aches today for orphans who don't have a mom to make a card for, to squeeze their necks, or to say, "Happy Mother's Day" to.  My heart aches today for those who have moms who are abusive.  That must be really hard to handle on Mother's Day.  My  heart aches today for birth moms who gave their children up for adoption, wondering what it must feel like to not have your child in your arms on Mother's Day.  I am grateful for those courageous moms who choose adoption, but my heart aches for them on this day.  My heart aches for moms who have had abortions.  How do they feel on Mother's Day, even if they've allowed Jesus to redeem them?  My  heart aches today for adoptive moms who have had to disrupt an adoption.  My heart aches today for single moms who don't have a husband to honor Mom, to make sure their Mother's Day is filled with love and kindness and a day of rest.  My heart aches today for broken relationships between mothers and their children.  My heart aches today for those ladies who so desperately want to be a momma, but haven't made it there, for whatever reason.

My heart feels joy today for the miracle of adoption, and the abundant blessings God has bestowed upon me, someone so unworthy of receiving such precious treasures.  I woke this morning to the sound of baby Selah singing in her crib, a delightful 7-month-old gift from God, and I immediately grabbed her up out of that crib and held her tight, telling her what a precious princess she is.  I can't help but think of all of the orphans around the world who spent their day stuck in a crib for the entire day today, where they will remain until they either die or they are adopted.  I wish with all my heart that His Church would rise up and take responsibility for the orphan, as His Word directs in James 1:27 (among many other verses).  Children are a blessing, a reward from Him.  No matter how our children became a part of our family (through the miracle of adoption or the miracle of birth), they are all precious, precious treasures who I treasure with all my heart.

I pray every mother and every child who had an aching heart today felt His comfort, His peace that passes all understanding.  I pray that if this Mother's Day wasn't one filled with delight that God will redeem this day, restore your spirit, and fill you with His joy, which is the only constant source of joy, the only type of joy we can truly count on.  I pray for all the hurting hearts out there, as this day is not a beautiful one for so many.  Please God, touch the hearts, heal the hurts, hug the necks of all those who are hurting on this day.

Here's a card from "heaven" that a friend sent me today, on behalf of Chrissie.  Here are the words of the person who sent it to me:  I couldn't NOT send it--it was like Chrissie was speaking to me saying "You HAVE to send this to my mommy! Pleaaase??" And so I did--for her!   I love it!  Thank you, Lori, for sending me this precious gift to treasure up in my heart!

Dear Mr. Hallmark card maker:

I am writing to you from heaven, and though it must ...appear
A rather strange idea, I see everything from here.
I just popped in to visit your stores to find a card
A card of love for my mother, as this day for her is hard.

There must be some mistake I thought, every card you could imagine
Except I could not find a card, from a child who lives in heaven.
She is still a mother too, no matter where I reside
I had to leave, she understands, but oh the tears she’s cried.

I thought that if I wrote you, that you would come to know
that though I live in heaven now, I still love my mother so.
She talks with me, and dreams with me; we still share laughter too,
Memories our way of speaking now, would you see what you could do?

My mother carries me in her heart, her tears she hides from sight.
She writes poems to honor me, sometimes far into the night
She plants flowers in my garden, there my living memory dwells
She writes to other grieving parents, trying to ease their pain as well.

So you see Mr. Hallmark, though I no longer live on earth
I must find a way, to remind her of her wondrous worth
She needs to be honored, and remembered too
Just as the children of earth will do.

Thank you Mr. Hallmark, I know you’ll do your best
I have done all I can do; to you I’ll leave the rest.
Find a way to tell her, how much she means to me
Until I can do it for myself, when she joins me in eternity.

~ by Jody Seilheimer ~

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