You may wish you were only weary this Mother’s Day.
For you, weariness is merely the byproduct of numbing sadness. You don’t even want to think about Mother’s Day. A day that reminds everyone else of what they have, reminds you of what you’ve lost—as if you needed another reminder.
Maybe your child has rebelled and doesn’t want anything to do with your family. Or maybe you’ve lost a child through death.
I wish I knew the right words to say to you. If I could sit with you today, I would want you to know how inadequate I feel to comfort you. I know that no words of mine can dull the pain. But after I had grieved with you awhile I would remind you of the comfort of the cross.
There, God the Father sacrificed His only Son. This event did not seem to make sense either. But out of Christ’s unspeakable suffering, God, in His perfect wisdom, provided salvation for mankind. If He has purchased our salvation through the suffering and sacrifice of His son, we can trust that He is working good in the midst of our suffering.
May I encourage you to pour out your heart to the Lord of love? He knows, He sees, and he hears. Your tears are not lost on your heavenly Father. He is the compassionate Lord who urges you to draw near to Him. “I, I am he who comforts you” he declares (Is. 51:12).
It was said of Jonathan Edwards that even in the midst of being falsely accused and persecuted his “happiness was out of the reach of his enemies.” Your loss may be much greater, but the truths of the cross can also put your happiness out of the reach of your sorrows.
Because the Holy God sent His only Son, Jesus, into the world to live a perfect life and die a sinless death, in your place, for your sins, and rise again to conquer death, and because he has surely borne our griefs and carried our sorrows, and because He has reconciled us to Himself, called us His children, declared Himself our comforter—because of all this and more, may I be so bold as to wish you a Happy Mother’s Day?