Honoring Mothers as we Celebrate Mother’s Day.

 

 

Happy Mother’s Day

 
Today in a store nearby there was room made for beautiful bouquets of flowers.  Another shelve had boxes of cream cakes, chocolate and cards.  All in preparation for Mother’s Day this weekend.

There was a sense of well being in the store, as women in various array enjoyed the colours as they gazed on the display.  This shop is in the middle of a built up area.  Pensioners can come out to get lunch from the buffet or mothers in pyjamas can pop out for bread and milk.  Would anyone think of them and give them a present?
Getting cut flowers and chocolate is a language unspoken that woman understand.  Someone loves them.

Sadly honoring motherhood is being eroded in society here in the west and in other nations.  The covenant of marriage where the woman and children are protected by the husband and father has lost its meaning.  

When Jesus lived among his people he set woman free.  He had compassion on them.   He did not ignore them.  He raised the widow’s only son from the dead.  He healed the woman with the issue of blood.  She should not have been out in public.  An immoral woman wiped his feet with expensive perfume.  He rescued the woman who was going to be stoned.

Woman helped support Jesus.  He often stayed with his friends, Mary, Martha and Lazarus.

He took his twelve disciples and some women who had been cured of evil spirits and diseases. Among them were Mary Magdalene, from whom he had cast out seven demons; Joanna, the wife of Chuza, Herod’s business manager; Susanna; and many others who were contributing from their own resources to support Jesus and his disciples. (Luke 8:2, 3 NLT)

These woman were at the feet of the cross along with Jesus Mother when he died.  They came to the tomb with spices to embalm his body.  Jesus appeared to women first when he arose from the dead.  So they rushed back from the tomb to tell his eleven disciples—and everyone else—what had happened. It was Mary Magdalene, Joanna, Mary the mother of James, and several other women who told the apostles what had happened. But the story sounded like nonsense to the men, so they didn’t believe it. (Luke 24:9-11 NLT)

But one scripture stands out for me is what Jesus said to the women.  

A large crowd trailed behind, including many grief-stricken women. But Jesus turned and said to them, “Daughters of Jerusalem, don’t weep for me, but weep for yourselves and for your children. (Luke 23:27, 28 NLT)

Why did he say this?”  Perhaps he sees they are vulnerable.

When a mother gives birth to her child she welcomes this small helpless one.  She is forever changed.  Her nature is to care, to comfort and nourish.  She cannot be selfish.  She will watch this baby grow into a tall young man or woman.  How will she guide her young through life?  She is the first to influence her baby.  She has many years to train, pray, and lead by example.

Jesus knew it would not be easy for women.  If they put their trust in him he is faithful to care, guide and comfort.  He understands their every distress and wants to heal.  We may weep many tears because of pain or disappointment.  We may weep over our children.  God will wipe away every tear and hear every prayer we cry to him.  He is the only one who promises to help in time of trouble.  

Jesus gives both men and women dignity and purpose in live.  He brings unity.  There need not be any competition.  

There is no other god who is merciful.  

So well done mothers for having your children,  for nurturing them and then letting them go to walk their own journey.

David’s Birthday

On the  eighth of January my son David will be twenty five.  He is my tenth child and fifth son.  That made my family up to five boys and five girls, a nice round figure and an equal number of boys and girls.

When I was expecting  David we had the opportunity to get some renovations done in our home.  We were blessed to move to a house big enough for all of us while the work was going on.  Aine was our live in Nannie at the time.  She was with us for two years and was a great blessing, helping with my work of rearing children.

Different events happened to us in that year. Brendan had a smart little black sports car.  He was driving past a building in Coleraine when a bomb went off.  The car windows smashed, debris reigned down on the car and Brendan was pretty shaken.  I think the loud blast affected his ears.  But Praise God Brendan was able to drive home.  The car was restored.  Life went on as if nothing happened in the Mc Cauley household.  Brendan did not have time to think he was injured.

I was learning to drive.  I was enjoying my new freedom driving out in the country with the driving instructor.  No children to look after for a while.  One day Brendan suggested I apply to do my test.  The instructor was happy to drive me around as long as I was paying.  So a driving test was arranged.

I had a dream while I was expecting David, that I will never forget.  I saw these scorpion / horse like demons.  They were coming to get me.  I was frightened of them but I remember saying to them “I am going to tell Brendan on you.”  They all ran away.  What the dream was telling me, if I come under attack from any demons, all I have to do is tell Brendan and he will deal with them.  My husband has the authority to protect me.  When I had cancer Brendan was able to take his authority over me and drive away the demons that were trying to kill me.

We spent Christmas in our temporary home and got ready for David’s arrival in the New Year.  A friend sent us a Christmas card with a family of rabbits on the front.  Ha Ha. It did not bother me what friends thought about me having a big family.

Brendan had booked to go to England for a conference in January.  We thought our baby would have been born before Brendan was due to leave.  My babies tended to come late and David was no exception.  I was happy Brendan went ahead to the conference in England.  I hoped our baby would wait a little longer.

We all waved to Brendan as he headed off to the the airport with his friends.  I reassured him I would be okay.  About an hour later my waters broke, which is the beginning of being in labour.  I sent one of the children across the road to my friend, who sent me the card with the rabbits, to ring the airport to try and contact Brendan.  We did not have mobile phones or i Pads then!

Brendan had been to the birth of all my children.  He was always a great support to me at the births, comforting and praying for me.  Would we be able to get in touch with Brendan before his flight left, and return to be with me for the arrival of our son?

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