The Sweetest Word Never Heard

Gracious words are a honeycomb, sweet to the soul and healing to the bones.  Proverbs 16:24

 

 

A mother’s job is never done!

 

From the moment of conception to the moment of an empty nest, a mother never stops.

 

Rest often eludes her, but anguish becomes her best friend.

 

And in the end, it is rare a mother who regrets any of it.

 

From the first utterance of “ma-ma” to the mature sound of mother—that title is a reminder of whom she is and what influence she has.

A title that means two are joined for life.  A title that means, I need you. A title that announces to all, one is not without the other.

 

Mom.

 

Yet for many, that title never comes.  For many, the word of mom is the sweetest word never heard.

 

It has been decades since a doctor told me those words will never come.  It has been decades since the first tears, of thousands, fell when I knew that life would elude me.  And it has been years since I chose to follow another path to avoid the emptiness one missing word would bestow upon me.

 

A lifetime lived of never tasting the sweetness of one very important title. A lifetime lived that these ears will never hear that word.

 

To my sisters that have this same hole in their heart, you’re not alone. You have others who understand the pain and emptiness.  You have others who go to their knees daily and ask for the gift, too.  You have others who know that May can be a tough month.  And, yes, you have a Father who hears your cries, even when you think He doesn’t.

 

It has taken me a lifetime to understand that just because you haven’t received a gift that others have, does not mean you are less important to the Father.  It does not mean that God has turned His face from you and forgot about your desires.  And it does not mean that you are any less of a woman than others.  Don’t waste your life’s precious minutes with these thoughts.  Don’t follow my steps.  They are not from God!

 

What is from God is the gentle whisper that says you are His daughter above everything else.  What is from God is an understanding that all are given gifts and crosses—and they are all different.  And what is from God, is a blessing of your body to be used for His purpose—not yours.  Use that to fill the hole, and your life will change.

 

And to my dear sisters who are mothers, I implore you to never take the word mom for granted.  When the little ones are screaming it louder than humanly possibly—rejoice!  When the tweens are saying it over and over again—rejoice!  When the teenagers put an attitude on it—rejoice!  And when your young adults are calling it out when they need advice—rejoice!

It may not always seem like it, but God has given you a gift beyond measure.  He has given you a gift that will last for generations to come.  He has bestowed upon you an immense privilege and responsibility.  He has given you a gift that some weren’t given.

 

Use it.  Honor it.  Cherish it.

 

As we approach a day put aside for mothers, wherever you are on the spectrum, rejoice! Whether your quiver is full or your house is quiet, rejoice that God’s plan is at work.  Rejoice that you are His daughter first and foremost.  And utter His name as you rejoice, because it is the sweetest word we can all say.

 

I would absolutely love to hear from you. As I share my story, I would love to hear how you live out yours. I gather just as much strength from you as you do from these writings. Please email me or leave a comment.  Every word is precious to hear.