So many days I find myself unworthy of this gift called motherhood.  Not only was I blessed to share in this act of creation once, but God blessed me four times.  As I lifted my very first child into my arms, I felt an overwhelming love that I thought would burst through my chest.  The warmth of her breath on my neck brought me to tears.  If I could love them this much, how much more does my Father in heaven love me? With each new life, I was awed and overwhelmed by the responsibility that would lay on upon my shoulders.  Everything about my life changed in those moments.  I prayed for each tiny frame as they were curled up on my chest.  I had to be more.  I had to be better.  I had to be all He called me to be. The following words, although not my own, reflects every mother’s blessing for her children.

Thank you, to my children,  for this gift called motherhood and for being privileged to raise you for Him.

May God grant you peace in the midst of a storm.

May God give you strength even when you’re forlorn.

May you answer the door when Jesus comes knocking.

May wisdom guide you when your mouth is talking.

May discretion protect you and keep you pure.

May you never stumble or fall for a lure.

May your heart remain humble to the very end.

May uprightness and truth be what you defend.

May the world not ensnare or change who you are.

May the light that’s within you shine like the stars.

May angels surround you –  body, spirit, mind.

May favor and peace be yours to find.

May rejection and pain never reach you.

May your spirit grow bold for what you’re called to.

As you rest in God’s care, I will rest too,

knowing that Jesus is watching over you.  Amen

Hannah’s Song by Rachel Aldous

Sowing  Sunday living in a weekday world.

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