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If you're looking for an answer this Mother's Day as to why God reclaimed
your child, I don't know. I only know that thousands of mothers out there
today desperately need an answer as to why they were permitted to go
through the elation of carrying a child and then lose it to miscarriage,
accident, violence, suicide, disease or drugs.
Motherhood isn't just a series of contractions; it's a state of mind.
From the moment we know life is inside us, we feel a responsibility
to protect and defend that human being. It's a promise we can't keep.
e beat ourselves to death over that pledge. "If I hadn't worked through
the eighth month". "If I had taken him/her to the doctor when he
had a fever". "If I hadn't let him use the car that night", "if I hadn't
been so naive, I'd have noticed he/she was on drugs or needed
help with depression."
The longer I live, the more convinced I become that surviving changes us.
After the bitterness, the anger, the guilt and despair are tempered by time,
we look at life differently. When I was writing my book:
"I Want To Grow Hair, I Want To Grow Up, I Want To Go To Boise",
I talked with mothers who had lost a child to cancer. Every single
one said that death gave their lives new meaning and purpose.
And who do you think prepared them for the rough, lonely road
that they had to travel? - their dying child. They pointed their
mothers toward the future and told them to keep going.
The children had already accepted what their mothers were
fighting to reject. Even those children who died a sudden death
are able to spiritually touch their parents and help them live on.
The children in the bombed-out nursery in Oklahoma City have touched
many lives. Workers who had probably given their kids a mechanical pat
on the head without thinking that morning were making calls home
during the day to their children to say, "I love you."
Joy and life abound for millions of mothers on Mother's Day. It's
also a day of appreciation and respect. I can think of no mothers
who deserve it more than those who had to give a child back.
In the face of misery they ask, "Why me?" but there is no answer. Maybe they are instruments who are left behind to perpetuate the lives that were lost and appreciate
the time they had with their children. They are the ones who help pick up
the pieces when tragedy occurs and others have lost their children.
Through Him We Comfort Others
Lead me to the edge of clear water Lord
And cleanse my soul today
Fill my heart with goodness and love
So that I may give it all away.
Let me venture forth with courage and strength
To be able to help those in need
So they in turn will spread their wings
And comfort those who grieve.
Please grant unto me a foundation of Faith
For restoration of my hearts empty spaces
Return unto me clear vision once more
And guide me through troublesome places.
For without you I'm lost in a world gone astray
Caught up in the sickness of man
Which press's me down and burdens my heart
From a wickedness I don't understand.
Your path of righteousness please help me walk
So I may serve you as my Lord and King
Turning my back from the voices of Satan
To seek shelter in your arms to cling.
Please forgive those who judge me
Only you can see the depth of my heart
Please grant me the gift of patience and love
With kind words from my mouth to depart.
Let me tread softly on the hearts of sadness
Giving them encouragement and relief from their pain
