From birth we are
Everything our mothers dreamed of
I was held within her womb
Her very life filling my veins
There’s nothing like her hugs
Kisses on my head
We try so hard to impress her
But she already sees perfection
We can’t fully know the sacrifice of Jesus
But when we realise the love of a mother
We begin to understand the heartbeat of God
We are her world
Her breath, her life, her creation
From the moment she gazed on me
She knew she’d do anything for me
This kind of love
It pours out without condition
It’s a patient selfless love
It’s a miracle from above
We can’t fully know the power and wisdom of Jesus
But when we realise the strength of a mother
We begin to know and trust the heartbeat of God
Her hands are worn and chaffed and hurt
Yet love lives there beneath the dirt
They’ve served your sustenance and swept the floor
Held your fevered brow and caught your tears
They’ve clapped for you in joy and clenched for you in fight
Pointed firmly the way, caught your falls and drawn you close
They guard and they labour. In love, they guide
And your heart deep down knows they are the hands of the Way the Truth and the Life.
We can’t fully know the righteousness of Jesus
But when we realise the passion of a mother
We begin to really love the heartbeat of God
A mother’s love can point us to God. In His grace, the Lord has given us glimpses of Himself through many things and through many people. Through the love and leadership of godly fathers, we see God’s provision, His strength, wise teaching, craftsmanship, and protective nature.
Through the nurturing nature of godly mothers, we get to see and experience His unconditional love and protection also. A figure who comforts us, holds us, sustains us and encourages us. Someone who will intercede for us, stick up for us and ‘go in to bat’ for us.
Every child is beautiful to his/her own mother. We’ve all heard the phrase ‘a face only a mother could love’. And we all know what that says about a person.
But we should also know that God is a God of loving the unlovable, as a mother will love her children no matter what. Dirty knees, soiled clothes, texta on the face, chocolate pudding mixture all over the hands… run away from home, off the rails, unthinkable mistakes, but a mother will forgive in a heartbeat. In the hush before her next heartbeat. She is ready to comfort. Ready to have her shoulder drenched with your tears. As is the Lord your God, who longs to gather His people as the hen gathers her chicks under her wing. (Matthew 23:37)