This past weekend was Mother’s Day. The celebrations of many were still carried out in creative ways during this time of separation. My mother passed nearly ten years ago and I still remember her as if she were just a plane ride away, a telephone call within reach, and hand-written letter on my birthday in the mail. She never forgot my birthday and I still have her cards this day that I read on my special day. My mother became my friend, my confidante, and my strongest support in times of defeat. I miss her very much.
I know of families who did not have a mother in their lives; the father was the mother and father. I have watched the tenderness of the father wrap his children in love so they would never feel abandoned or alone. I know families who have a mother figure in their lives; that special someone who steps in to share loving kindness and direction to those in need. My 85-year-old neighbor has become my new mom and I, her daughter. WE meet special needs for each other and I am forever thankful that she in is my life this day.
We all need someone to lean on, to talk to, to hug and to hug us. That special connection is what makes us so unique; the ability to shoulder one another’s pain and sorrow and to share in the joy and excitement of successes. There is one person who will never leave us and that is Jesus. He is always there in our time of need, whatever it is. We simply need to reach out to him and he will extend his right hand for us to cling to. Nothing can separate us from the love of God.