My mother gave birth to six children. Her oldest now 43, her youngest 25. All of these years later and she still remembers how much each baby weighed, what time of day we were born, and all of the little details about each of our “birth” days. She remembers the name of everyone’s kindergarden teacher, our social security numbers, and the names of the kids we played sports with. She now has 17 grandchildren. Her oldest 25, her youngest 3 months. She’s never forgotten one of their birthdays, she even remembers to send out Valentines and Easter cards. She never forgot about any of my cheerleading practices or tumbling lessons. She never forgot about my brother’s baseball games. She never forgot to pack our lunch or give us lunch money. She never forgot to sign my daily agenda in middle school. She never forgot to give us a kiss after we were already fast asleep for the night.
Mother’s have a special ability to not forget. I’m the same way with my children. I’ve never forgotten to pick up my son from school. I still remember what I was wearing the day I went in to the hospital to have him. I remember his first word was car and the first time he tasted a french fry. I remember how he felt to hold in his green froggy footed jammies and I remember what he smelled like when the nurses brought him in after his very first bath. I remember that my daughter was the exact weight I guessed she would be, 7 pounds 7 ounces. I remember the outfit I brought her home in. I remember her first word was bubba and the first time she walked across a room. I remember how she felt when I got to hold her skin to skin, perfect.
Although my mom was extra good at not forgetting she wasn’t perfect and neither am I. Just the other day I was putting my daughter to bed when she reminded me that she hadn’t had her milk. I told her in the car on the way home from dinner that I would get it for her when we got home, but I got inside, got busy and totally forgot.
Isaiah 49:14-15 (AMP) But Zion [Jerusalem, her people as seen in captivity] said, The Lord has forsaken me, and my Lord has forgotten me. [And the Lord answered] Can a woman forget her nursing child, that she should not have compassion on the son of her womb? Yes, they may forget, yet I will not forget you.
There are many people who can relate to “Zion.” Maybe they haven’t heard from God in a while, or they don’t feel His hand on their lives, or maybe God’s goodness seems hard to pin point and they feel forgotten. Maybe they asked God for a cup of milk and they still haven’t received it, so they figure He got busy and forgot all about their prayer. But God isn’t like that. He’s even better than a mother at not forgetting about us.
“He cannot forget, because of his nature, on which forgetfulness cannot properly fall; he will not, because of his promise, which never fails; he may seem to his people to have forgotten them, and he may be thought to have done so by others; he forgets their sins, but not their persons; he cannot forget his love, nor his covenant with them, nor his promises made to them; nor does he forget their love to him, nor their works, words, and thoughts; the righteous are had by him in everlasting remembrance.” -Gills Exposition
God is our father, but He loves us with a motherly love that never forgets. This Mother’s Day I am grateful that I have the kind of mom that American Poet Helen Steiner Rice wrote about,
A mother’s love is fashioned after God’s enduring love, it is endless and unfailing like the love of Him above.
- God has not nor will He ever forget about me.
- God is our father, but He loves us with a motherly love too.
- My mom. I never felt forgotten growing up with her as my mother.
- My mother in law. Search high and low and you could not find a mother in law as wonderful as mine.
- I get to celebrate Mother’s Day because God made me a mother!
- Gussy. The first person to ever call me “mamma.”
- Beau. The second person to even call me “mamma.”
- Felix. Someday I will meet Him in heaven and he will call me “mamma.”
- In December God will add another little Blount baby to our family that will call me “mamma.”
- Soaked up some very good stuff this weekend at the Pastor’s Wive’s Retreat.
- Got to know Erin & Nadege even better this weekend and got to meet some new wonderful ladies.
- Got to hear from Pastor Robert this morning!
- Jan loaned me her sweater so I did not have to shiver through the second morning session.
- Sweet and intimate worship with Pastor David.
- Traffic was much lighter driving home this afternoon.
- When I got home I was greeted by the cutest little blonde boy in the world in his Sonic The Hedgehog shirt and Ninja Turtle undies.
- Beau was napping when I got home so I got to do some napping when I got home!
- Gus let me cuddle up with him and sleep while he watched a movie.
- Beautiful, beautiful evening.
- Swings creaking and leaves blowing in the wind. Good sounds!
- Me and Beau got to take Gus to our new favorite park. It’s his new favorite park now too.
- Gus got to be such a little boy and go exploring in a creek tonight. He was in his happy place!
- I get the most refreshed being around my family. They are so life giving!
- Cobb Salad from Chick Fil A for dinner… better than the $14 salad I got at Cheesecake Factory the other day.
- Came home to a clean house this afternoon.
- Got to see pictures of my friend J.J.’s sweet little baby from her ultrasound!!! God is SO good!!!
- Josh had a really cool spiritual dream where God showed him what to ask for when it’s time to sell our house someday.