There are nine of us women. The colors in our eyes are varied - shades of chocolate browns, hazels, greens, and the brightest blues. Our bodies are agile, slow-moving, thin, tall, round, and petite. Our ages range from eighty-seven to eleven. We’re grandmothers, mothers, and young women waiting to discover the rest of our lives.
I call us family.
Different than in years past, I’m especially tender to the life that each woman in my family has lived up until this Mother’s Day. I’ve spent time imagining myself as each one of them and I can't believe we're all still standing, quite honestly. I'm dumbfounded by the vastly different types of lives we've lived.
While one Great-Grandmother anticipates reuniting with her sweet husband in heaven, she stays current with research articles, grandkids, and newly-released Bible studies.
My mother-in-law enjoys retirement in a new state, as the other visits her son, my brother, in the hospital.
As two young sisters dream about their future in the worlds of medicine or dance (who knows?), our Mom cares for her own mother-in-law who’s recovering from a stroke.
I personally dream of the men my sons will become in the years ahead, while my Grammy’s young children are nothing but a sweet memory.
My other sister just started a family of her own, and the cycle begins once again.
Loss. Celebration. Disease. Achievement. Abuse. Wedding Vows. Divorce. Childbirth. Abandonment. Promotion. Mental Illness. Friendship. Heartbreak. The list goes on...
We’ve known each of them in our own right, and yet, here we stand. In Hebrews, chapter eleven, a woman by the name of Sarah is listed as one of God’s faithful. Later on, in 1 Peter 3:6, it says this about our relationship to her, as women of faith:
"...And you have become her daughters if you do what is right without being frightened by any fear."
Daughter's of Sarah by doing what is right? By trusting our partners and wise others around us? By not succumbing to fear? The irony of God’s example of Sarah shouldn’t be lost on us.
She’s the Sarah who pretended to be somebody else…
Sarah who presented Hagar to her husband to be impregnated…
Sarah who laughed in the face of God…
Sarah who sent a woman and a young boy into the desert because she was jealous.
Wounded, confused, faithful, blessed, Sarah.
As it turns out, faithfulness doesn’t require perfection.
It can’t be measured by the job, our appearance, relationship status, or whether or not our kids behave themselves in front of company.
God reminded Sarah of who she was by the power of her name. Originally Sarai, meaning Princess or Quarrelsome, became Sarah, as God saw it better to mantle her with the role of Chieftainess, Captain, Queen.*
It just so happens that we've been renamed. They call us, Mom, meaning:
Loving. One who cares for children. Exercising authority. Queen-mother, possessing dignity and influence.*
So, the legacy continues. This Mother’s Day, reject perfect and dust off the crown hidden below that pile of towels in the closet. Trust God minute-by-minute, until those fleeting moments compound into years of spiritual maturity. Faithful like Sarah is all the right kinds of fine.
You've got this.
Happiest of Mother’s Days - one mother, daughter, sister, and friend to another,
M.S. in Marriage and Family Therapy. Earns Crossfit participation trophies. Disaster cook. Enthusiastic wife. #Boymom. Clutches her faith, not her pearls.