Motherhood is not defined by children in her care, by those she carried within herself till birth. Motherhood is not defined by those who’ve adopted, or fostered or inherited by circumstance. Motherhood is not withheld from those who have lost, or never had. Motherhood is not waiting for those who are longing to become.
Motherhood is the formal title for the ministry entered into by the woman who is willing to receive those who are in need of her, whatever form or method in which they arrive into her life.
The ministry of motherhood is a gentle art forged in the fires of sleepless nights and interrupted life. It is a ministry that keeps long hours; a ministry of sacrifice, service, and of selfless offerings. It is a ministry of coming to the end of herself, of being ministered to, being filled with that which is beyond her so that she can continue to pour into the endless depths of another human life.
The ministry of motherhood is a timeless garment, a veil of transparency worn best when cinched with a belt of humility. It is a display of beauty when accompanied by grace. For, as each eye seeking material to reproduce will at some point place on display her every flaw and imperfection, repeat her words both wise and foolishly spoken, and will do so completely beyond her realm of control. The ministry of motherhood is embroidered with the delicate art of laughing at herself when seen through the eyes of those who look to her for imitation.
The ministry of motherhood is at the heart of every woman, from the time of Eve. It has touched us all. The ministry of motherhood is not always one of blood and birth, but is always of heart and soul. A mother is one who is familiar with sacrifice, her own self tearing and ripping with the tearing and ripping of another. She brings life into this world, whether by body or spirit overflow. It is a pouring of herself into the living self of another, tirelessly, relentlessly, forgivingly and patiently, with endless empathy. She is one who teaches what love is, nurtures understanding, coaxes up the learning. The ministry of motherhood weaves up that forgiving place for those she loves to retreat within, finding safety and grace. It is a ministry of understanding what lies beneath, of speaking truth in loving tones, of harboring the helpless through storms and lifting high the matured to catch wind and take flight
The ministry of motherhood is freely given, to the deserving and undeserving alike. It does not wait for her to gain an understanding; she learns her skill through the hours of setting aside herself for another. The ministry of motherhood is not merely a calling. It is the very heart of life. It catches her all by surprise, whisks away her breath and calls her into unknown waters in the blink of an eye. It is she who rises up, it is she who will claim her place, whether or not she is ready and whether or not she understands the package it comes to her in, it is she who will leave us with legacy after legacy of wonder loving grace
It is her life laid down for another that shows us the meaning of living, this ministry of motherhood. It is here that each woman finds her captivating beauty, her exquisite elegance, her ageless allure. For at whatever age a girl becomes a mother, and through whatever the circumstances her ministry is birthed, her touch, her voice, her love and her life will last, reaching down through generation after generation, and long beyond her final breath.
To my mother who gave birth to me and raised me well, to those mothers who have and continue to nurture me in spirit and to all these mothers who accept and invest selflessly into the lives of my children.
Happy Mother’s Day! Thank you, this world would not be the same without your love!