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Mothers' Tears


Today my heart is both burdened and uplifted by the heart of a mother and the worth of her tears. 

A Mothers tears carry the passion, hope, dreams, prayers and burdens.  They are liquid gold.  The overflow of the treasure held within her heart.

The mother who is expecting her very first child.  Fear weighs heavy in the heart of this mother who anticipates the upcoming responsibility.

The mom with tears in her eyes whose battle through depression after the birth of her first child leaves her terrified and wracked with guilt.  Tears threaten in her eyes while her chin lifts with a resolution that only a mother can muster.

A waiting Mother who longs for a child in her arms.  The ache in her heart threatens to tear her apart.  Please God, place a baby in her arms.

A protective Mother who holds the baby that the hospital placed in her arms when the birth Mom left.  Courts and powers are threatening to tear this baby away.  From her arms but not her heart.

A broken Mother standing over her son's coffin.  Not wanting to leave his side and yet knowing he is gone.  Gone in body but forever memorialized in her tears. 

A young Mother whose daughter was taken from her due to circumstance and naivety.   She holds her pillow throughout the night as her tears flood her dreams.  A cycle continuing and threatening to destroy.  Her tears keep her Mama's heart soft and seeking.

Mom standing behind closed doors weeping as her sons leave to live their lives.  Pacing the living room or back yard pouring out her worries and dreams and prayers to her God for her sons.

Gray haired Mothers whose hearts carry children, their spouses and grandchildren within.  Loneliness and longing fills their hearts along with the worry and hopes.

Finally, the very old woman sitting in the wheelchair camouflaging the strength of the warrior heart within the broken and feeble Mother.  This Mom's tears carry the wisdom of time and testing and the power of a life lived with God.

A Mothers' tears fertilize the soul for the seeds of the generations.  

A Mothers' tears nurtures the hope of a world.

A Mothers' tears heals the wounded and births the regeneration.

A Mothers' tears will not be stopped but will continue to be poured out into the lives of her children.






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