5/11/2020 0 Comments Mother's DayMother's Day. A complicated day for many and that is no less true for those who carry the longing for a child in their hearts while their arms remain empty. Two years ago a tiny little hibiscus plant was left on my doorstep on Mother's Day morning by a friend who has also known the ache of infertility. Being seen on a day when I was feeling very much invisible was one of the greatest gifts that anyone could have given me. That little hibiscus has grown and grown, and this year it bloomed in time for Mother's Day. Two years after receiving the gift of being acknowledged and named on Mother's Day, we're "celebrating" for the first time, yet the shadow of that ache will always remain.
I came across this prayer in J. Philip Newell's Sounds of the Eternal this past week. This is the prayer that I am praying this week, both for myself and for all who carry sacred hidden hopes.
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