Mother’s Day is a time of celebration.
But for many people… it is also complicated.
For some, it is joyful and loud—filled with phone calls, flowers, family lunches, and handwritten cards.
For others, it arrives quietly.
Some long to be mothers but never had the opportunity.
Some carry the ache of broken relationships.
Some think of mothers who are no longer here.
Some remember kindness.
Others remember wounds.
And yet, when I think about motherhood, I also think about something larger than biology alone.
I think about the women God has used to shape this world through nurture… wisdom… sacrifice… protection… courage… and grace.
Women who fed us.
Women who corrected us.
Women who prayed for us.
Women who taught us right from wrong.
Women who carried burdens no one else could see.
Some were mothers by birth.
Others became mothers through love.
And this year, as Mother’s Day approaches, I’ve found myself thinking about my own mom…
