We take the time to celebrate mothers this weekend. For some reason my heart is drawn to those who find it difficult to celebrate. I see you – I feel you. I stand with you.
Some may not understand why a day like today brings you little joy. You may also find yourself in this season of waiting. Waiting for this promised child. You sense hopelessness in your spirit. Where is my due season? I hear you, but I too am limited. I can listen, but I can’t fill the longing in your heart. I stand with you, but I can’t hold you all the time. I cry with you, but I can’t always dry your tears. There’s One who has always been there though. No one can measure the depths of His understanding. He gives strength to the weary and increases the power of the weak. [Isaiah 40:28-29] He is acquainted with loss, grief and pain. Nothing about you escapes Him. He hears your heart cry. Your tears are a language He understands. When You are bent over in pain- He gets it like no one else can. When you can’t articulate because words fail you – Just call His name. That’s all I can do sometimes; I say ‘JESUS’. There’s something about that name.
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Restored Hearts 