Comments on: Do you want to die this Mother's Day?

By: Chris

Chris — Thu, 12 May 2011 01:13:15 +0000

Every Mother’s Day weekend I think of the mom who donated her 12-year-old daughter’s kidney to my husband. I told her that today, that I have thought of her all Mother’s Day weekend for the last 14 years. She told me that the Lord has redeemed May 11, 1997 for her. That’s the day we got the call from the transplant center. I had prayed for a miracle in which someone wouldn’t have to die, but the Lord gave me a different answer. She said that it’s a good day for her now–that Jesus and time have healed so much.

By: Anita

Anita — Thu, 13 Jan 2011 09:10:47 +0000

you put your finger on my invisible ‘sin’ > I distrust His plan for my life…
so much pain has made me weary of looking for the next direction – the blessing feels like it might be hiding a ‘surprise’ lesson in survival.

I will talk to Him about this now.

(found you thru Kristen’s post on how to tie a scarf) Good heavens, the way He ropes me in!

By: Monica

Monica — Thu, 29 Apr 2010 23:44:08 +0000

God bless you for this post. I just suffered my first loss this past Saturday and it is harder than I imagined it would be. Your words spoke directly to my soul and brought everything back into focus. I’m determined to make this year’s Mother’s Day, “God’s Day” and give Him the glory He deserves for giving me life and salvation. I have so much to be thankful for even though I want to have children and as yet have none.

Thank you, again.

By: Barb

Barb — Thu, 28 Jan 2010 17:15:31 +0000

“You probably feel like you’re not a mother. You probably feel like half a woman.

I’m in the second category. For me it’s because one of my children is missing. I have two precious boys, but my only daughter is missing. My little girl is missing.

I suppose “missing” implies that I don’t know where she is. But I do know where she is, I just can’t get to her.”

While my story of loss is a quite different, these words ring perfectly clear…even now, I know where she is, I just can’t get to her.

And I need this, too:

“In the deepest part of me, I need Christ. I need his presence in my pain with me. I need his strength to carry my burden. I need his forgiveness for my constant distrust of his plan for my life. I need his peace to rest in, all the days I will live on earth, separated from my daughter.”

I need Christ more than I need an end to the separation from my only daughter, my beautiful Gloria Anne, and continual grace to live with loss I would never wish on another.

By: 2shortstraw

2shortstraw — Sat, 03 Oct 2009 10:49:13 +0000

http://www.motherlessdaughtersbiz.com/

By: Molly Piper

Molly Piper — Sat, 03 Oct 2009 04:26:47 +0000

Thanks Megan. Your encouragement is God’s love and grace to me tonight. The Lord be near to you in the coming days.

With the deepest sincerity, Molly

By: Megan Bell

Megan Bell — Sat, 03 Oct 2009 04:23:31 +0000

I know this is a really old post, but in a few days it will be the three year anniversary of my mother’s death. I was only fifteen when she passed away. And God led me here through a sudden urge to check 22 words which led to a link which led to a link, and He has granted me comfort here. Mothers’ Day is torture for we who have lost our mothers too, and I cherish the comfort God has given us in the fellowship of suffering alongside mothers who have lost their children. I’ll be reflecting on the encouragement I’ve received from these posts as October 5th draws closer. And I’ll be remembering you in my prayers when Mothers’ Day comes around too. I praise God for you!

By: Becky

Becky — Mon, 01 Jun 2009 22:13:25 +0000

My heart aches with you, I know your pain well.

By: Jane

Jane — Tue, 19 May 2009 11:44:41 +0000

Thank you so much for this honest, God-centered post.

By: doris

doris — Tue, 19 May 2009 03:54:30 +0000

I called my child Gerald.
He died at 10 weeks old
the blood is flowing in my mind
the blood he shared with me
I did not protect him
no-one protected me
what goes around comes around
and now i expect to see
death come my way
by callous hands
doctors are killing
patients are willing
and babes die
day by day
Be honest call it by name
Gerald is his name
very dear to me
he has a brother and a sister
and a father too
they do not know as well as me
the pain he went through
they have mourned him and let him go
but I can’t you see
when killing my baby
I killed me
and so my son be free to go
and live at heavens door
and when i glance up
I see you are in pain no more
What of the other women
who are wondering what to do
in their moments of crisis
lets tell the truth
the baby is part of you
Welcome your baby
and welcome yourself
the courage will come through