Mother's Day

As the sun peaked round the cloud-filled sky, people spilled onto the streets laden with bouquets of flowers and cards to deliver these small tokens of appreciation for their Mums. Yesterday was the national day of celebration and thanks for all mothers, the women who brought us into the world. 


We celebrate their love, their sacrifices, their provision, their generosity and protection. These are the women we go to for hugs and who we need in difficult times. The ones we look to as role models, as our guides to life.

Mothers can provide these things to some extent, but we are still left needing more. We live in a broken world and often mothers and children fall short of our roles. Mother's day can itself be a disappointment. As families spend time together it is tainted by squabbles and hurt. Perhaps it is the pain of memories of mothers or children lost. A pointed reminder of broken families. A day of deferred hope for those wanting to know if they'll ever be a mother. Deeply hurtful for those who know they never will be.

Even if we don't have that mother-child relationship, there is someone who can give us all that we yearn for in that relationship. God provides, perfectly in Jesus, all that a mother provides and so much more.

He is the one who loves perfectly, who gave up everything, even his life, to save us. He provides us with ALL that we need and provides us with a hope that is unshakable. He is the greatest comfort and refuge. He is our perfect, unblemished role model. 

Psalm 100

A psalm. For giving grateful praise.

Shout for joy to the Lord, all the earth

Worship the Lord with gladness;

Know that the Lord is God.

It is he who made us, and we are his;

We are his people, the sheep of his pasture.

Enter his gates with thanksgiving

and his courts with praise;

give thanks to him and praise his name.

For the Lord is good and his love endures forever;

his faithfulness continues through all generations. 

We read this psalm at church on mother's day to give thanks for the one who gave us our mothers.

Although my relationship with my mother is imperfect, I am so thankful to God for my Mam. A woman who has a tender loving spirit. Who above all loves God and desires to grow in her knowledge and love of him. She is my friend and encourager. She points me to my saviour. So together we give thanks to God for all he has done for us.