Mother’s Day. A day of the year set apart to honor Mom’s for all that they do. In my house, we refer to it as Mommy’s Day. As Mommy’s Day approached, I sat thinking about all the moms that I have either known personally or learned about throughout my life. I think about the trials and victories that we each face. When walking in trials we tend to feel alone, like no one else knows what we’re going through. As parents, we tend to feel judged for the choices we make, or how we came to where we are today.

I think about the moms of the Bible who have stuck out to me for one reason or another.

There is Eve. Did you know that Eve means “life giving, mother of all who have life”. Eve is known for being the first Mom. However, she was so much more than just that. She was the first to have a child grow up to murder someone else. She was the first to have a child murdered. She not only had to mourn the death of one son, but also the banishment of another. The story of Cain and Abel is a well known one. What about the story of Seth.? Even in the loss of her first two boys she still believed in God. She still placed her faith in Him, for the meaning of Seth’s name is “for God”. Throughout all the trials and hardships she faced, she never lost sight of what was true, she kept her faith in the loving and merciful God that she knew.

There is Jochebed. Jochebed had three children; Aaron, Miriam, and Moses. When Moses was born Pharaoh had an order out for all baby boys born to be thrown into the Nile. Jochebed hid Moses, for as long as she could. When the time came, she put him in a basket and set him a float in the Nile. She knew it was the only chance she had to save her son. She choose to give him a chance at life, even if it meant a life without her. Because of this Jochebed was not the only mother Moses would have. Pharaoh’s daughter took him in, and loved him as her own. She raised him into the man he would become. Moses, was blessed with two mom’s who loved him. His biological mom choose to give him life, and his adoptive mom choose to love him as her own.

There is Bathsheba. Bathsheba was married to a man named Uriah, and became pregnant by David. David tried to cover up what he had done, and after failed attempts had Uriah killed. When Bathsheba learned about Uriah’s death she mourned him, and then shortly after she was married to David. They had a son, but because of the sin that David had committed their son would become ill and die. Bathsheba was the mother of a sick child. A child that she could do nothing for, but sit and wait. The praying she must have done, wishing she could take his place. Bathsheba not only lost her husband, but shortly after her child as well. The sorrow and anger she must have felt is unimaginable. I wonder if she blamed David, I wonder how overprotective she was of Solomon (their second born).

There is Mary. Mary, the mother of Jesus. When Mary became pregnant with Jesus, Joseph was ready to leave. They had not yet been married, but he decided to stay. In Luke it talks about Mary spending three months of her pregnancy with her cousin Elizabeth. The public humiliation she must have received; for not only conceiving a child so young, but outside of marriage as well. They judged her for the precious child that she carried inside of her.

There is Elizabeth. Elizabeth was Mary’s cousin. When you first hear about Elizabeth in Luke, you learn that she and Zacharias (her husband) have no children because Elizabeth was barren. However, they never gave up hope. Zacharias continued to pray to God for a son. Elizabeth and Zacharias were the parents of John the Baptist.

Then there are the unnamed moms. In 1 Kings 3 it talks about two women arguing in front of the King about who was the mother of a baby. When the King decided that the child should be cut in half so each could have a part of him, his mother said to let the other woman have him. For she would rather see him get to live, even if it meant without her then watch her child die in an attempt to keep him with her. 

Then there were the moms from the time of Moses, when every baby boy born was killed out of fear by Pharaoh’s commands. This also happened during the time of Jesus when every boy under the age of two was killed by a King who feared Jesus. The death of these children didn’t make their parents no longer parents. It just makes them parents to a child who is no longer there. Who they won’t get to see grow, who they will miss day in and day out.

So to the moms of today. I just want to say. You are not alone. You are loved.

To the mom who only saw the plus sign, or heard a heartbeat.

To the mom who lost a child, or your child lost their way.

To the mom who chose life, even if it meant one without you.

To the mom who didn’t give birth, but still gave her all.

To the mom who became a mom too soon in society’s eyes.

To the mom who struggles to get through the trials and heartache that comes with being a mom.

You are loved. You are enough. You are awesome.

To all those MaMa’s looking forward to today. Whether your kiddos are grown or still at home. I pray your day is truly blessed. Filled with love and laughter.

To all those MaMa’s who are mourning today. Whether you’re not able to see your kiddos, never met your little ones, or are looking up to Heaven, I pray your day is filled with peace and comfort, and filled with love and laughter too.

Jesus loves you, and I love you too.

Happy Mommy’s Day. By Tiasia Blaser