A Home-Grown anthurium
Good Morning, God!
It’s Mother’s Day and my wonderful husband Kit has already called our daughters to Thank them for their part in my being a Mother and in his being a Father.
Ah God, surely we come closest to empathizing with You when we become parents! You as our Heavenly Parent are accessible to us in ways that are profoundly comforting. I like that.
I’m remembering my grandfather, Harry Carr. He was a Christian Scientist and when I was a child he often talked to me about Our Mother /Father God. I am thankful for that Inclusive Spirit, God! And I am also grateful for being able to anthropomorphize You.
St. Anne the mother of Mary
You are, of course, AWESOMELY MORE! But, as a human I can’t imagine MORE. Human is as high as I can go. I dimly sense there are many more dimensions involved in all of this. But, I like Job can only cling to the fact that I know that my Redeemer Liveth!
So, God, Thank You! Thank You for Life. Thank You that I am living on this Lovely Little Planet. Thank You for my mother. Thank You for our Daughters . . . and our Grandsons. Thank You for my Being a Mother. As my dear friend Joyce Watson said so long ago, “Being a Mother is a whole lot better, and a whole lot worse, than anyone ever tells you.”
Truly, To Love is to become vulnerable. To have children is to put our heart in their hands. And to hold their hearts in our hands. Ah, God. We humans are clumsy creatures and we often drop and bobble the hearts entrusted to us. I have done that far too many times.
Yet, still You Love me. You Love us all. And Your Loving Kindness renews my Heart — keeps it mostly a Heart of Flesh. So, on this Mother’s Day, THANK YOU, God!
Story teller,
A Moment with God 
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