Monday, February 28, 2011

The Great Gifts

All she ever wanted to be was a mother. At one time, she also wanted to be a teacher, but that never officially came about. However, she was content because... all she ever wanted to be was a mother. Mothers love. Mothers kiss. Mothers hug. Mothers protect. And mothers teach. Usually the loving, kissing, hugging, protecting, and teaching are received, and why wouldn't they be? They are great gifts. Once in a while, along comes a child who does not receive. She pushes away. She runs. She hides. She rejects. She rebels. The great gifts are refused. What is to be done? The mother, pregnant with desire and emotion, flounders, not knowing what to do with the store of great gifts meant for her child. They must be given, or she will explode. Year after year, the great gifts are offered. Year after year the receiving does not take place. Laden and weary and frustrated, the mother herself begins to slowly push away, to run, to hide, to reject, to rebel. This is not the way it was supposed to be. This is not what she expected. She groans under the weight and grieves over the loss. Nevertheless, she latches onto the fragile wings of hope and waits. And waits. And waits. Some day, she will not have a reluctant child. Some day, she will not be a reluctant mother. Some day, when the great gifts are offered, they will finally be received. Some day, God will restore the years that the locusts have eaten.

1 comment:

  1. Yes, he will restore those years. (((Margaret))