HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY TO ALL MOTHERS…
Mothers look different from other women. Their hair isn’t always done in the latest style, and sometimes, it isn’t done at all.
A mother is a woman who can bake a cake with six other hands helping her and still have it turn out fine.
A mother’s shoulders sometimes smells of sour milk, and if you are very observant, you’ll notice safety pin holes in her clothes — even her Sunday best.
Mother’s frequently have runs in their stockings, likely as not, Junior didn’t park his trike off the sidewalk.
A mother is different. She likes chicken wings and backs and the hamburger that are slightly burned — things the kids and Daddy don’t care for. She never takes the last chop on the plate, and she always saves the candy from the tray at the club to bring home to the children.
A mother may not have ulcers, but she has versatile tears. They show anger, weariness, hurt or happiness. Once, when Daddy forgot an anniversary, Mother cried. One Saturday, he brought home some chocolates when it wasn’t even her birthday or anything, and she cried then, too.
A mother is someone who can repair the kitchen sink with only her hands — after Daddy spent alot of time trying with tools and plenty of cuss words.
When a mother dies, she must face Him with her record of accomplishments. If she’s done a good job of caring for her children, she’ll get the most sought-after position in heaven, that of rocking baby angels on soft white clouds and wiping their celestial tears with the corner of her apron.
today we pray for mothers–
our own mothers, and mothers everywhere,
who have made such a major contribution
to the good qualities we have,
sometimes through genetics,
more often through great effort and patient instruction,
and who have done their best
to gently polish away our rough edges.
Lord, please bless our mothers
for the endless hours of time they spent
and the boundless energy they invested in us.
Bless our mothers for their sacrifices on our behalf
as they often gave up or deferred their own dreams
so that we could have ours.
Bless our mothers for always being there for us,
for being the person we know we can turn to
when we need comfort, encouragement, or just a hug.
Bless our mothers for making a home for us
where we could feel safe, where we felt we belonged.
Most of all, Lord,
bless our mothers for their unconditional love,
for loving us no matter what,
and for frequently showing love
in ways that make us feel valued and cherished.
Lord, please bless our mothers mightily.
Strengthen them, soothe them,
wrap them in Your infinite love
and shower them with blessings
too numerous to count, too magnificent to describe.
We love them, admire them, respect them,
and we wish that You would give them back
many times the good they gave to us.
In Jesus’ name we pray; Amen.
By Joanna Fuchs