Call me a newbie blogger, or just say I had a blonde moment (yes, there is still some naturally blonde hair on my head), but I forgot about writing anything relating to Mother’s Day last week. Yesterday, I remembered again why Mother’s Day is special . . .
As I write this, my husband is driving the four of us to my sister’s house.
The plan is to celebrate the mothers in our family. Our boys will play with their cousins and get a lot wild. We’ll eat, laugh, talk and remember a few events from years gone by.
What a blessing it is to be a mother and celebrate this day. Motherhood came hard for my honey and me. Years of infertility drove us closer to Jesus. He brought us face-to-face with the reality of how much we are not in control, especially when it came to becoming parents.
It’s funny—I always thought I could map out the big events of my life. My plan was to be married by twenty-two, have children before thirty, experience the joys and frustrations of pregnancy, run around crazy with toddlers and then again when the kids became teens.
God’s plans looked far different from mine. Shocker, huh? I didn’t meet Mr. Wonderful until I was twenty-seven. We married just before my twenty-ninth birthday. We planned to wait eighteen months, or so, and then begin “trying” for a baby. We tried. And tried. And tried.
God had His hand on that too. If pregnancy had happened on my time table, we never would have become the parents of our precious Peter and Edmund. Peter came along when I was almost thirty-six. Maybe it’s because motherhood came so hard for us that I love celebrating Mother’s Day. It’s an opportunity to celebrate God’s great plans fulfilled in our lives. Mother’s Day is special to me because it reminds me that God’s ways are higher than my ways (Isaiah 55:8-9). Even in the midst of life’s heartaches, He is good.
What about you? What has come hard for you? How have you handled the process of waiting for it and accepting God’s plan?