I have learned that God’s heart may be fatherly, but
it is also a heart of nurture, passion and compassion. He birthed the
world from His mouth and we became His redeemed seed at our birth on the
cross. He carries us on His chest and makes us to drink of His life. He
always is and always will be hiding us in the shadow of His wings, just
like mother birds do. He speaks to us about this brooding that He does,
over our lives and He sacrificed so much so that we could be born from
His blood.
Though I may not bear a birth of
blood and see a new born life emerge, I have come to face the image in
the mirror of myself, the one that is maternal. To be restored to
Christ, means that I have had a heart transplant, resulting in the
desire to nurture and nourish those I am called to serve. I am called to
spiritually mother and when I first heard that call, it was unexpected.
Yet, as spiritual mothers, we dry the tears of the very men and women
looking to us to help them face a fatherless home or absent mom. We help
those yearning to overcome
abandonment and neglect, drug addiction, abuse and just plain weariness
or the pain of a purposeless life. My spiritual mom, for example, was a
woman who was penniless, but she shared her home with me when I was
coming out of an abusive relationship and she helped me believe in God’s
love again. She gave the speech at my wedding and she only added to my
life in ways I am eternally grateful for, even though I still have my
earthly parents...
This week I am blessed to be sharing my story about being a spiritual mom, over at Imperishable Beauty. I wrote this story 6 months ago, but perhaps someone out there needs to hear it today.... Come and Join me!
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