Sunday, May 10, 2015

Not Your Typical Mother's Day Poem

(Photo is from the book, Notes on Love and Courage by Hugh Prather)

We will always be hurt most
Where love runs most deeply
Testing the measure
Of words spouted cheaply

Disappointment often wears
Not the face of strangers,
But family and friends
Born with human nature

Our own weaknesses
Are not excuses
For self-pity or revenge
We should remember Jesus

…and forgive as does He
What we cannot erase
We are broken vessels
Saved by grace

© Janet Martin

 Thinking of hurting mothers this morning. May God's grace fill you with unexpected joy!

 The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want.
He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: he leadeth me beside the still waters.
He restoreth my soul: he leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name's sake.
Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me.
Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies: thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over.
Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life: and I will dwell in the house of the Lord for ever. Ps. 23


  1. It's good to remember hurting mothers today, Janet. I've never forgotten an old movie where the mother said, "A mother is as happy as her saddest child." I didn't know at the time that it's an old Jewish proverb but isn't it the truth?

    1. I just read that quote recently for the first time. so true!! Thank-you Dewena. hope your having a grand time!!

  2. Love the above who knew?
    love the excerpt and the poem. I hope you had a really good Mother's day.


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