This post was written for Kate’s #FiveMinuteFriday prompt “miss”:
Isaiah 40: 26 (NIV)
Lift up your eyes and look to the heavens:
Who created all these?
He who brings out the starry host one by one
and calls forth each of them by name.
Because of his great power and mighty strength,
not one of them is missing.
Mother’s Day. I know I’m not the only one whose heart aches on this day. I join a host of aching souls whose hearts yearn for that which cannot (yet) be fulfilled: a reunion with mothers gone before, with children breathing their last much too soon, with babies born in(to) heaven, AND those whose wombs have remained empty, despite a deep, unquenchable yearning to be filled.
Yes, Mother’s Day is a beautiful day, but it is also a day that reminds us of the truth: of brokenness waiting to be restored to fullness, to wholeness, to the bosom of Our Creator, Our Abba Father, who will one day call us forth, His stars of heaven, one by one. NO not one of us will be missing.
And, then the ache you have carried each and every day will loosen, the deep and unutterable cry from within will find its voice: “Abba Father, Daddy, here I am.” And as we run toward Him, then we will see it, the invisible become visible:
Isaiah 49: 17 – 23 (NIV)
Your children hasten back, and those who laid you waste depart from you. Lift up your eyes and look around; all your children gather and come to you. As surely as I live,” declares the LORD, “you will wear them all as ornaments; you will put them on, like a bride. “Though you were ruined and made desolate and your land laid waste, now you will be too small for your people, and those who devoured you will be far away. The children born during your bereavement will yet say in your hearing, ‘This place is too small for us; give us more space to live in.’ Then you will say in your heart, ‘Who bore me these? I was bereaved and barren; I was exiled and rejected. Who brought these up? I was left all alone, but these—where have they come from?’ ” This is what the Sovereign LORD says: “See, I will beckon to the nations, I will lift up my banner to the peoples; they will bring your sons in their arms and carry your daughters on their hips. Kings will be your foster fathers, and their queens your nursing mothers. They will bow down before you with their faces to the ground; they will lick the dust at your feet. Then you will know that I am the LORD; those who hope in me will not be disappointed.”
Hallelujah! Great is our God! And so today, I choose to sing in joy for this coming Sunday: Happy, happy Mother’s Day. May you too know the joy of His Promises in your heart today, of the blessed and sure assurance of all that is to come precisely in the deepest aching yearning and as yet unutterable cries within. For this here is not our Home….oh no, it’s enfolded in our Father’s arms, surrounded by a fully alive, whole and restored Family of God. Thank You, Jesus: our Hope, our Joy, our everlasting arms of Love. The JOY of the Lord is our Strength!
Yesterday, my book Love Embraced: A Journey in and through Suffering was released into the world. Earlier than planned, but in God’s beautiful timing. Praise be unto Him for bringing this work to fruition through the strength of His beautiful Body. I am praying it will bless the yearning souls who read it, that they too may know the hope, comfort, joy and everlasting arms of Love in their own hard. Thank You, thank You, Jesus!