Mother's Day Wishes for All

by Michele Husfelt

To my friends who are trying to mend the holes in their hearts from the loss of their mom, I pray this Mother's Day is filled with sweet memories, laughter from family jokes, awkward moments, or just plain silliness your mom unknowingly passed down to you. I pray you will feel a sense of peace and comfort as the Lord guides you through this day.

To those who long to be mothers and bravely face their fears each month, swallowing the chalice of disappointment as months turn into years, I pray that hope will be your steady companion. Perhaps, just for today, you might focus your thoughts on the One who brought you life and delight in the fact you are here.

And tomorrow, when you pick up your cup of suffering, may you have a mighty sisterhood surrounding you, storming heaven’s gates on your behalf and praying ceaselessly for your heart’s desire—to hear a tiny one call you Mom. Whether that desire is born from your own flesh or granted through the miracle of adoption or fostering or by coming alongside another mother who needs her child to be loved by you, I pray Jesus will be your portion and ultimately your greatest comfort.

I also pray for the gift of daughters and sons in Jesus, those born to other mothers who need your motherly love and direction in their lives.

To the moms who have lost a child, whose lives will never be the same and whose ache will never fade: I pray Jesus will hold you tightly through days like today—birthdays, anniversaries, and even ordinary days when the unexpected avalanche of sadness begs you to stay in bed and weep. I pray that memories of days gone by, including the first look into your baby’s eyes and perhaps baby giggles, will remind you of

the sweetness you shared. And I pray the hope of eternity will be your strength and song until you meet again.

To my friends who have inherited children through marriage, and who may face challenges in their role as a stepmother, I pray you experience a bond with your children as they come to feel like your own. I pray for peace and a supportive relationship with their birth mom, especially if that is a struggle. I pray you feel the fullness of motherhood and are truly blessed by these added gifts of grace.

To the daughters and moms who struggle to find joy in their relationships, who long to see eye-to-eye, and who would give anything for a meaningful conversation, I pray for restoration and reconciliation. I pray that walls will crumble. I pray for that first brave step of reaching out and perhaps many more baby steps to regaining trust and friendship. I pray today will be a new beginning for you both.

To the moms who have spent their years tirelessly rearing their children, worrying about their health and safety, cheering them on when they made the Dean’s List, and lovingly disciplining them when they made poor choices, may we continue to pray fervently for each child entrusted to our care, reminding them of the Father’s love and encouraging them in their endeavors.

May we who are now grandmothers cherish our children’s children, loving and caring for them as we pray they carry on our legacy of faith.

To those who are blessed to still have moms walking beside you—cheering you on, praying for you, sharing family history and recipes, providing good book recommendations, and telling “remember when” stories—I pray you do not take a single day for granted. Instead, cherish every day you wake up with your mom in your life. I pray you will make the most of your time, seizing opportunities for visits and phone calls, sending note cards, and giving flowers. Each night before you retire, may you say thank you to Jesus once again for your mother.

And finally, to those who call me mom, I pray the memories we’ve

shared will bring wrinkle-induced smiles and belly-aching laughter when you need it most. I pray you remember the travels, the road trips, the quiet times at home, the bedtime stories, and the reminder to “make good choices” when you left the house. I pray you smile when you think of your mom in the stands cheering for you, knowing she was beaming with pride regardless of how well you performed.

I pray you understand the immense joy she feels seeing you successfully “adulting” with real jobs, God-chosen soulmates, your own homes to decorate as you wish, and for some of you, the gift of now being moms yourselves.

I also pray for your continued grace as I learn to be a better mom and Ammi to all of you. Know that I pray for you daily. I speak the name and peace of Jesus over you each morning when I rise. I pray you would love and serve Jesus all the days of your lives, that you would teach your children well, and you would be deeply formed in Him. How exceedingly grateful I am that you call me Mom.