I pray for you mommy. I pray you know how special and beautiful with are! You look in the mirror and the devil tries to veil your eyes from the beauty that is you, to blind you to the strength you posses. Do not let him! Pull the veil off and see the beauty that God sees, that your husband sees, that your children see.
You feel the weight of this world pull you down, making you feel like you will drown at any minute. The world seems to be in flames with spiritual warfare and you are so worn from fighting it off, fighting so it doesn’t penetrate into your home. You cry out to God to protect you from every arrow that comes at you and your husband, you and your children, and your husband and children. It seems to rarely cease and you can see the results of your battles when you look in the mirror.
But take comfort mother, wife, servant! Your battle scars are beautiful to the Lord! Your determination to protect your children and honor your husband is pure and God sees the sacrifices you make to keep all of you together. You cry out to your Father, asking Him to help, telling Him you can’t go on a second longer or you will be crushed.
And God answers you! He gently grabs you and lifts you up. He encompasses His peace all around you and lifts the weights. He whispers to you, “My sweet child! Do you know who you are? You are my precious daughter! You are my unbreakable warrior because you call for me to help you. Never question your place in this world. For you have a purpose and a destiny. I gave your husband to honor and your children to love in this broken world because I made you strong enough to do it! You are so strong my love, don’t you see it? Continue to lean on me and you will succeed! I will never leave or forsake those who cry out to me for help. Be patient as I fight for you and your family, so that I may bring you victory!”
You are so loved mommies, so strong and beautiful. So if you feel that weight creeping in of the enemy, you tell that devil to get out of your home because God made you stronger then the mothers of past and with Him by your side you can not fail!
Last night was a hard night. No, hard is not the right word for it. Tormented night is the right word. Late in the evening while my family slept I received devastating news from my sister in law wanting me to know if I had been on Facebook. Immediately I got onto to see for myself what I knew I didn't want to see. The post was right at the top and as I looked at that precious little girl, that weeks prior had a huge smile on her face and joy in her heart, but now was asleep in a hospital bed with wires monitoring her and bruising already showing, my eyes over flowed with tears. As I read the post and felt the anguish in her mother's post I felt completely helpless. I had no words to give that could possibly bring comfort. "I'm praying for her" seemed like a cliche at this point.
See I have been following this local family for two years now. I have seen the little girl fight with all she had to beat the beast that rages on in her. A relentless and cruel beast that has no business being in anyone let alone a child. After mom thought she had lost her a year ago during the worst, things turned. The little girl went into full remission, it would have been a year in two weeks. But last night this horrific beast was attacking her body again.
I can not blame her mom and the hurt and anger she feels. I empathize with mom and I know there is nothing I can give to comfort her. I am angry at God along with her because I don't understand why after fighting for so long to see things turn for good this family must now relive the nightmare of this unwanted beast living within their child. I have tried to call loved one for comforting words and search the bible for verses that calm my feelings.
There is one story that sheds an ounce of acceptance, not comfort, not peace, just acceptance. The story of the threads. There are billions of pieces of thread and each once is unique. Up close the thread of this child has many segmented colors. The first part of the thread is pinks and purples but then the color abruptly changes to the color of the darkest black possible. A short way down the color is changed to yellows and blues but once again abruptly changes back to the black. Up close it makes no sense as to why there are these beautiful colors that keep getting cut off by this dark black. But as I start to step backward I can see more and more threads, many have spots of black in them. I am still confused as to why this black need be in something so beautiful. I continue to step back and before my eyes the most beautiful tapestry is before my me. I start to cry tears of awe and joy and turn to look at the Weaver. He looks deep into my soul with tears in His own eyes and tells me how He hated putting those black colors into the strands of thread but how without them the tapestry would not look like the masterpiece it is.
I do not know what color is next for this little girl who has stolen the hearts of her community no more than I know what color is next on my own thread. But of two things I am sure; one, the black color of life is a horrible and pain filled color and second, no matter how I try to understand why it is placed where and when it is, I will never be able to understand or see the full picture until I am in heaven and can stand back properly. So for now I will continue to pray for this little girl and her family because there is nothing else I can do. I will do my best to trust God on the road He is asking her to take. But there is one thing beyond a shadow of a doubt that I know. God made this little girl's mother stronger than most. She made her with a heart that could handle more sorrow and pain then most because He knew her child would go through this and He had to give her a mother that could stay strong through it all. A mother that could be angry at Him but still lean and on Him and cry on His shoulder. A mother that would defy Satan and his attacks on her daughter by standing with her King even when it felt unbearable.
Our children are gifts from God that belonged to Him before they came to us. Our children were given mothers who God selected from the beginning of time to be there for. During times of joy and happiness to time of sorrow and pain, God knew those children needed to be with those specific mothers. So I am asking all of you, all of you mothers, to pray for this family. I am asking you to pray for their daughter and her health. I am asking you to pray that God give those who have been touched by her spirit peace should He chose to call His daughter home, even if every fiber in our being begs that she be healed to live a full life. Pray for all mothers everywhere that have a child going through a black part of thread in their life, because while they are going through the black I believe God has made the mother's thread the color of pure white to help her child through their black.
John 16:20-23 Truly, truly, I say to you, you will weep and lament, but the world will rejoice. You will be sorrowful, but your sorrow will turn to joy. When a woman is giving birth, she has sorrow because her hour has come, but when she has delivered the baby, she no longer remembers the anguish, for joy that a human being has been born into the world. So also you have sorrow now, but I will see you again, and your hearts will rejoice, and no one will take your joy from you. In that day you will ask for nothing of me. Truly, truly, I say to you, whatever you ask of the Father in my name, he will give it to you ~
John 16:33 I have said these things to you, that in me you may have peace. In the world you will have tribulation. But take heart; I have overcome the world ~
John 11:35 Jesus wept ~
***This blog post is dedicated to Addy's mom Stephanie, the strongest mother I know***