You motherless children of all ages…you know what I mean.
I lost my mother when I was 22, and she was 46—too young. Ever since, a long time ago, Mother’s Days have been tough.
The pain lessens, but it’s always there.
Being a mother helps ease the heartache of the motherless—so I’m told. Being a step-mother helps—this I know. Being a grandmother helps—yes it does. Being a Christian—well, that’s plugged the hole in my heart from the inside.
If you’ve lost your mother, and on this Mother’s Day you’re remembering her rather than giving her flowers and taking her to brunch, I pray comfort for you.
A wise woman I spoke to years ago said, “A woman is always too young to lose her mother.”