As we start celebrating some of the strongest women we know as mothers,
I've been compelled to reach out to those who may not consider themselves mothers.
To those who have babies in heaven, those who deeply desire to carry,
and those finding it extremely difficult to celebrate a mother today.
I feel your pain and I'm hurting with you.
excerpt from: The Mourning Sister
to the one with empty arms.
you're still a mother.
you're still a fighter.
you're still beautiful.
take your time nurturing your soul.
your empty arms
doesn't make you deficient.
to the childless with out a choice.
out of the rib you've been created
and since the beginning you've been needed.
whatever you're lacking
doesn't make you incomplete.
to the motherless and hurting
the void you feel is acknowledged.
you're still a daughter and nothing less.
despite being motherless
doesn't make you're lacking.
Grief is real. Regardless of loss, deficiency, or deprivation, the pain is hard to walk through. And days like these when our pain is being magnified, our reaction is to go into hiding and wait until the day passes. But I encourage you to seek support from your community, and love loud. Your story of pain is can be used as a platform of encouragement.
He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds.
He determines the number of the stars and calls them each by name.
Great is our Lord and mighty in power; his understanding has no limit.
Psalm 147: 3-5