Jericho is an ancient city. I mean really ancient! 8000 BC ancient! I bet it is hard for you to wrap your mind around that tidbit of information. Me too! This city was one of the places we visited as we toured the Holy Land. While standing atop a hill overlooking the modern city, our guide Mike gave us a history lesson about the area, pointed out the Mountain of Temptation, where Jesus wandered for 40-days following his baptism and indicated the road ancient travelers would use to travel from Samaria to Jerusalem. Oh by the way we also visited a Sycamore tree. You remember the story of a small man who wanted to see Jesus but the crowd was too tall so he climbed a tree. Jesus saw him up in the tree and motioned for Zacchaeus to come out of the tree so that Jesus could visit with him at his home. So much history so little time.
I want you to know I'm praying for you if you are like Tamar, struggling with infertility, or a miscarriage.
I want you to know that I'm praying for you if you are like Rachel, counting the women among your family and friends who year-by-year and month-by-month get pregnant, while you wait.
I want you to know I'm praying for you if you are like Naomi, and have known the bitter sting of a child's death.
I want you to know I am praying for you if you are like Joseph and Benjamin, and your Mom has died.
I want you to know that I am praying for you if your relationship with your Mom was marked by trauma, abuse, or abandonment, or she just couldn't parent you the way you needed.
I want you to know I am praying for you if you've been like Moses' mother and put a child up for adoption, trusting another family to love your child into adulthood.
I want you to know I am praying for you if you've been like Pharaoh's daughter, called to love children who are not yours by birth (and thus the mother who brought that child into your life, even if it is complicated).
I want you to know I am praying for you if you, like many, are watching (or have watched) your mother age and disappear into the long goodbye of dementia or Alzheimer’s.
I want you to know that I am praying for you if you, like Mary, are pregnant for the very first time and waiting breathlessly for the miracle of your first child.
I want you to know that I am praying for you if your children have turned away from you, painfully closing the door on relationship, leaving you holding your broken heart in your hands. And like Hagar, now you are mothering alone.
I want you to know that I am praying for you if motherhood is your greatest joy and toughest struggle all rolled into one.
I want you to know that I am praying for you if you are watching your child battle substance abuse, a public legal situation, mental illness, or another situation, which you can merely watch unfold.
I want you to know that I am praying for you if you like so many women before you do not wish to be a mother, are not married or in so many other ways do not fit into societal norms.
I want you to know that I am praying for you if you see yourself reflected in all or none of these stories.
This mother's day, wherever and whoever you are, we walk with you. You are loved. You are seen. You are worthy.
And may you know the deep love without end of our big, wild, beautiful God who is the very best example of a parent that we know. Amen.
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