“If we keep walking around, thinking that God won’t give us more than we can handle, we
set ourselves up to be suspicious of God. We know we are facing things that are too much for us.
We are bombarded with burdens. We are weighed down with wondering. And we are all trying to make sense of things that don’t make sense.
I understand this struggle so deeply. Like I said before, I’ve been walking through one of the most challenging seasons of my life. But that’s why I’m thankful we’ll have the next few days together to process through these times when God does give us more than we can handle.
Pray this prayer with me... Dear Lord, I’m choosing to hand over to You today all the things I don’t understand and that feel too overwhelming. This weight is beyond what I can bear. I need Your help, Your strength, Your guidance. I declare Your goodness over my situation today and believe You are working all things for my good and Your glory. In Jesus’ Name, Amen.” — Lysa TerKeurst from
“Its Not Supposed To Be This Way”
I’m now convinced more than ever, that nothing, and no one can ever come between the love of a mother and her child, and vice versa. That no matter how old you are, your heart, and that of your mother’s always finds it’s peace when you are together.
For the first time in decades, and as a single person (again) I slept over at my mother’s house for two consecutive nights to keep her company. I was amazed at how quickly I fell asleep beside her, and how deeply I slept on both evenings I was there.
My mother is well into her 80s now, and yet in the darkness of her room, she sensed that I had quietly slipped into her very large bed. “Naka kumot ka ba? Mag kumot ka...” she asked, half-asleep. And in the morning, when I woke up, she again stirred, looked at me and said, “Mag-almusal ka muna bago ka umalis...” Mommy always liked to say, “Hindi natatapos ang pagiging ina.” And there she was, living it.
Nowadays, more often than not, the roles have reversed. Once, where she was protector and lioness to her cubs, it is now the role of the cub to care for and protect the lioness. Though now and then, the feistiness that I’ve always known, still rears its naughty head, when the mood is right, or not!
Yesterday as I sat in my car preparing to drive away to go off and perform my own motherly duties, she called out from the doorway, “Babalik ka ba mamaya?” The point has now arrived where my children need to share me with my mother. It’s a good thing that they both young, caring and responsible adults now who are willing to let me go whenever I am needed. Someday I know they will find themselves where I am today, and I pray that when the time comes, prioritizing their time, will be a no-brainer for them as it has become for me.
Hindi natatapos ang pagiging ina, dahil hindi nagwawakas ang pagmamahal.
Photo of mom and me in Burnham Park, 1969.
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