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Saturday, May 11, 2013

Mother's Day

For Mother's Day - which is often a difficult day for so many of us - I offer you this essay, written by Mary Martin Wiens, wife of a pastor whose blog I recently discovered.  

by Lesli Summers Stay

And remember as you read, that the Hebrew word for 'HOUSE' is BETH, which is also the word for DAUGHTER. 

So, EVERY woman IS a HOUSE.
Every woman is BETHEL, the House of God.

"Whether we are women or men, whether we mother children or mother in other ways, Mother’s Day is one of those days that can highlight our needs. You may come to this day with the need to remember. To forget. To be remembered. To be honored. To be comforted. To be forgiven. To be given hope. To be given an “A.” I am more convinced than ever that we are to take our needs and run to our Home. Our Home is within the One who made us and loves us and in that place we are tenderly, intimately cared for like the best of parents would care for a child, but oh so much better. So, I want you to imagine with me that in the MIDST a long journey (perhaps the long journey of parenting, of infertility, of grieving, whatever the long journey of your life is right now) you suddenly arrive at the place where the heart of God dwells. And God, like a Mother—but the kind of mother God would be—meets you at the door with a look of unabashed welcome and invites you in. What might that be like?

When you come to the house of God
With the mud of trying dripping from your sleeves
Covered in cruelties
Your own and others
Obscured by false agreements
She cleans your clothes, shakes them out and hangs them up to dry
And you she washes, washes, washes
Like water lapping on rock saying
Let me get that off of you and
There you are and
Now do you remember?
So let us run to the house of God

When you come wounded to house of God
She builds a circle around you
She stands guard and houses your pain
She holds your weeping head in her lap and
Whispers, I know
Gently, methodically she tends each hurt saying
All is well
You will be well
At all times I work to make all things well
So let us run to the house of God

When you come undone in the house of God
She gathers you up
She brings back all your scattered parts
She remembers who you are
She breathes vitality back into you saying
Here. Here is your body
Here again are your hands, are your feet, is your mouth
Here is your mind
Here is your spirit
Here I am
Here you are
So let us run to the house of God
When you are hungry in the house of God
She sets out to nourish you entirely
She satisfies and delights your whole being
She heartens you with substance saying
Take your time
Listen to me
I have all you need
It is free. Free. Free.
So let us run to the house of God
When you are naked in the house of God
When you stand exposed by the limits of being human
What you can’t make happen
What you can’t stop from happening
What you can’t know
She covers you
She sees you and
She clothes you saying
Here is safety
Here is grace
I know how you are made
I call you good. Good. Good.
So let us run to the house of God
And, When the time is right in the house of God
She does a dance
She opens wide the doors
She presents you to the world saying
Here is my Beloved with whom I am pleased
So pleased
So very pleased"

You can read Steve Wiems blog at

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