Mother's Day has grown to be a very difficult time for me. Yes, I receive the one or two texts from those who know personally my struggle with conceiving offering prayers of a future seed. I am a first time Godmother and I am able to enjoy my new Godbaby, and each year my beautiful niece who I help raise from infancy always sends me her love and appreciation during this time. I am so appreciative for these gestures of love and encouragement. But deep within the recesses of my soul, when I see all the pictures of the homemade Mother's Day cards from the little ones, the rose dedication in churches and read the "being part of the elite club Motherhood statuses" it is a reminder that my desire has not yet manifested after nine years. And that's when then the thoughts of what I do not have pull me into a pit of despair and depression and I begin to wonder why God hasn't allowed me entrance into that elite club. This year, it has become somewhat harder to put on that face that we often put on when we are trying to be happy for others. Why? Because my biological clock is ticking overtime. This is my last year on the 3rd floor, my 40's is less than a year away and according to everything that the world says, my chances for entrance into this elite club is getting smaller and smaller with each passing year.
Would you be that encouragement this year? That glimmer of light on an otherwise painful day? Regardless of how you do it, remember the motherless, the infertile, those who have miscarried..the non-mother. As the world around us celebrates motherhood remember the Proverbs 31 woman needs our attention, but Hannah, the 1 Samuel 1 woman does too.