Days’d and Confused
Forgive me. But today I’d like to scratch all Days off the calendar.
Volunteering many moons ago at a Pregnancy Crisis Center, my first director was a lovely hearted woman. She housed a host more wisdom than I. She taught me, Every appointment of our lives is God appointed. But she was blue this particular afternoon, not hearing from her grown kids over Mother’s Day. I thought of the injustice of it all. How this generous woman, wife, mother, grandmother, lover of the single mother summed herself up on the arrival of a $3 Hallmark. From what I gathered over our previous two years together, her kids loved her madly. But somehow that missing pink printed MOM, inside a stamped envelope, was a stamp of approval she required to quantify this Day of her life.
I have to admit, I loved Mother’s Day when teachers taught my lil girls love on construction paper, crayons, and glue. Posting their art of appreciation on the frig and smiling over it at every meal. But those days flew faster than a hummingbird’s wings. What if I should ever be old and alone—what will these days bring?
Last Thanksgiving and Christmas were Days I hope to never relive. Plans were unavoidably changed, loved ones still hours away, one of my dearest friends fighting off depression, and my anxiety reaching panic proportions.
How has our fulfillment come from fulfilling such days?
In the book of Galatians, Paul warns the church about bowing to the laws of religious days. “But now after you have known God, or rather are known by God, how is it that you turn again to weak and beggarly elements, to which you desire to be in bondage? You observe days and months and seasons and years.” Now I know I’m dabbling on the edge—quoting Paul and pointing out his sermon to sell my point. But I gotta ask, is this not applicable to our bible believing holiday madness?
Every day is the Day in the life of christians, is it not?
“This is the day the Lord has made; we will rejoice and be glad in it.”
Mother’s Day can be an excruciating day for the barren woman who has done more than her share of mothering in countless more ways than cards can say. It’s a shattering season for the mother who’s buried her unborn, the one who’s grieving her prodigal, or she who has let go to the grave the one who was born to let go of her.
Instead of fussing too far over celebrating each holiday—let’s get wrapped up in thanksgiving every day.
Rather than spending and spouting over one day—let’s dwell over the remembrance of His holy name.
If someone wants to celebrate you on Mother’s Day, I say welcome that gesture with gratitude and gladness. But if you feel left out on any passing day, celebrate with the One who delights in pouring over you every blessing from heaven above—such peace you won’t understand, more satisfaction than your hungry heart can hold.
“Grant us that we, being delivered from the hands of our enemies, might serve Him without fear, in holiness and righteousness before Him all the days of our life.”