I had the great privelege of celebrating my first Mother’s Day this past Sunday. It was a surreal experience, one of the many markers of my transition into womanhood. Hubby, baby, and I went out to eat breakfast. Then, we played hooky from church, opting to watch a service online. Afterwards, we watched a movie and ate popcorn. I enjoyed flowers from my mother in law and a fruit basket from my mother.
I thought about the verse in Psalms which says: “He makes the barren woman to keep house and be a joyful mother of children” (Psalm 113:9). I prayed that scripture for a long time, believing I would have a son. I’d confess this scripture to myself daily, renewing my mind to the idea of becoming a mother but I didn’t see any results.
After having a miscarriage two years ago, it seemed like I would never have a child. I started to grow comfortable with the idea of being childless for the rest of my life. But God had other plans. He has expanded the family my husband and I started seven years ago. The scripture I said to myself was a seed - incorruptible seed (1 Peter 1:23). Seeds take time to mature and grow. If you feel hopeless about a situation in your life, keep the faith.
Blessings to all the mothers out there.
Preslaysa