Dear Mother Yet-To-Be,
I can hear the ache in your heart. It echos loudly in mine –
because I was once a mother yet-to-be.
I understand the longing unfulfilled, the questions, the pain. You wonder why you’ve yet to be chosen. . .chosen to lavish love on another like only you could. You wonder why you must wait while countless others go before you.
Oh how I understand. How I know the deep well of longing that often drowns all other aspects of life.
Your heart begs to know. . .What is so wrong with wanting to love with a mother love? How could this request go unnoticed. . . unanswered for so long?
You find yourself treading the path of bitterness and empathy yet you fight to keep your joy…
Oh dear mother yet-to-be, if I could I would kneel down to where you are, hold your face gently in the cup of my hands and wipe away your longing tears. I would whisper softly. . .
Mothers aren’t chosen. They are born.
They are born the moment a woman begins to long for life.
And as the Heavenly Father begins to fill your heart with hope, I would boldly say. . .
Stand up dear mother. Stand up and fight for your family.
Let His faithful heart of favor reveal His plan for your children. . .
Then rise up with your mother heart and walk in confidence to contend for what is yet t0 be.