Mother’s Day is one of my favorite days of the year. I also love Father’s Day, Easter and Thanksgiving. I love these days because I am so incredibly thankful for why we celebrate these special holidays.
I think I love Easter, Mother’s Day and Father’s Day for some of the same reasons. All of these holidays display an unending, crazy amount of love. Take your Valentine’s Day and do with it what you please, but I think days where we celebrate the love of our heavenly Father, and earthly parents far outweigh any Hallmark holiday.
In the past seven months (31 weeks to be exact), I have been able to experience just a small glimpse of what a mother’s love looks and feels like. Already, I have sacrificed in ways I have never done before, experienced sickness and discomfort like I haven’t before, and the list goes on.
I was talking to one of my sisters last night, and she said being a mom is both the hardest but most rewarding thing she has done. To think about my mom going through five pregnancies, the fifth being multiples, and raising six children—my hat is especially off to her.
I have yet to experience the middle-of-the-night feedings, the tears cried, the struggles encountered and, overall, the rollercoaster that is motherhood, but to me, it seems like a job for a super-human.
This kind of love that would make a person completely flip their life upside down for the sake of another human being is where I see a correlation with how God chose to love us, His children.
There is a song that has gained popularity recently that I personally especially love called “Reckless Love” which I think perfectly describes the type of love I’m talking about. My favorite lines in the song read:
“There’s no shadow You won’t light up
Mountain You won’t climb up
Coming after me
There’s no wall You won’t kick down
Lie You won’t tear down
Coming after me”
The type of love that God and Jesus have for us is a type of love that is not often matched. It’s overwhelming.
“Oh, the overwhelming, never-ending, reckless love of God
Oh, it chases me down, fights ’til I’m found, leaves the ninety-nine
I couldn’t earn it, and I don’t deserve it, still, You give Yourself away
Oh, the overwhelming, never-ending, reckless love of God, yeah”
This type of love best reflects the love of a parent, in this case specifically a mom, in my eyes. A love that cannot be broken, cannot be changed and has no limits.
A love that knows no boundaries, and a love that “chases me down, fights ‘til I’m found, leaves the 99.” That is our Heavenly Father’s kind of love, and a mother’s love if you ask me.
Moms go above and beyond the call of duty and, in most cases, refuse recognition or praise. My mom specifically is the most humble servant to all people whom I have ever met. She serves others in every aspect of her life, quietly working behind the scenes, asking for no recognition.
What’s best is that if you were to ask her why she does all that she does, she would point to Jesus. That kind of mom is the mom I hope to be. A servant who points to Jesus every chance I get. When I look at my mom I see Jesus, and I want not just my future children but everyone whom I encounter to say the same for me.
Now I ask you, when others see you do they see Jesus?