When You Have No Mother on Mother’s Day

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As Mother’s Day approaches this year, I am finding I’m not ready to celebrate.

As we approach the six month mark of my mom’s passing, I find myself feeling a plethora of unanticipated emotions. The fact is I am just not ready to have a Happy Mother’s Day.


Judging Motherhood: Gavel or Grace


But he gives us more grace. That is why Scripture says: “God opposes the proud but shows favor to the humble.” ~James 4:6



Whether you are a mother or not, I offer you some thoughts to ponder this Mother’s Day with this post I wrote awhile back about that most tender and tumultuous of all relationships, that of mother and child…


My cell phone rings from the bedside table, morning still has not peeked in through the blinds yet. I reach  into the dark, pressing the phone to me ear.


“Yes?” I reply, knowing who is on the other end of the ring.

“I just wanted to let you know it’s icy, and to be careful. I don’t want you to fall when you take the dog out.”


Nike (A Special Guest Post by Marjorie Vorhaben)

Today I have a special treat for you all. As many of you know I participate in a local writer’s group here in RI. As a Mother’s Day treat, I get to share one of my very favorite pieces written by fellow writer Marge Vorhaben. I have had the privelage of hearing and reading a number of this wonderful writer’s essays, and am honored to have her here today. This piece, made me tear up the first time I heard her read it at group and then again, at our recent Spring gathering. May it be a reminder and encouragement for you today! Happy Mother’s Day!


When Motherhood is Not Magical

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photo credit: sylvain.collet via photopin cc

Let your face shine on your servant; save me in your unfailing love. Psalm 31:16

She ran away at 15. Quit school by 16. Had her first abortion by 17. It took all of her energy to come home at 25 and mend the relationship with her mother that she never had. But she knew that if she wanted to have a relationship with her mother, she would have to make the first move. The reason she left in the first place was because her mother was never there, never said the words, “I love you”. Not for as long as she remembered. So she opened the door for the street smart kid who knocked while her mother was at work. He knew she was alone, knew he could get in. One mother’s absence births a lifetime of regrets.


A Mother’s Prayer

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photo credit: Just Used Pixels via photopin cc



Lord, you promised…

I hold You to your Word,

though I tremble and doubt

before all 

I have seen and heard.


Your Holy Spirit sings songs to my soul…




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