Of Mother-Heartstrings...

Love bears all things, 

believes all things, 

hopes all things, 

endures all things.

Love never fails

1 Cor.13:7-8

A precious Mother's Day weekend without many photos...only echoes,

while chores, commitments and celebrations were juggled.

(Why a red cleaning pail on a sunny Sunday afternoon deck visit?!

It was filled with soapy water and thrown at the neighbor's dog after

he splashed through a 'manure-pool' then came for some affection 

after he 'helped' us round up some rambunctious cattle that had broken

out of said neighbor's barn while Farmer was away😅)

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No matter how old or far a mother's children are

love's umbilical cord, aka heartstrings

is never severed...

As she celebrates each step of each child's independence

a mother's heartstrings are tested to new lengths

but never broken💗

In whatever season of motherhood we are

God is faithful! 

The song below seems fitting 

as we begin another week whether we are a mother

or have/had a mother...

So it begins with the first newborn cry

…the tug and tangle of mother-heartstrings

A hold-and-let-go that will never untie

Love’s weathered tethers that motherhood brings

Who knew that someone so tiny and pink

Could completely transform the world she knew

Laughter and tears sparkle, silver, I think

Highlighting places where heartstrings run through

Love is an ocean she carries inside

Wonder and worry and weariness reel

Time is a subtle, determined riptide

Dashing heartstrings, strong as cables of steel

…where she is always relearning love’s art

First steps, first school day, first road trip, first car

Hold-and-let-go, while the strings round her heart

Stretch-stretch to wherever her children are

Labour-pains last until life’s final breath

Bittersweet, happy-sad sorrow and joy

She is a warrior who’ll fight to the death

For the welfare of her dear girl and boy

This is no commonplace love that she bears

This love reflects God, faithful, kind and good

These are no common ribbons that she wears

These are the heartstrings of motherhood

God, grant her courage, strength, wisdom and grace

Bless her and keep her in Thy tender care

For in each hold-and-let-go she will face

 Nothing can sever heartstrings spun with prayer

Motherhood yields to ever-present tugs

Of duty's demands, affairs soon echo-etched

Hold-and-let-go, this is the way of hugs

But not heartstrings, as they are stretched and stretched  

© Janet Martin

Prov.31:25-28

Strength and honor are her clothing,

and she can laugh at the days to come.

She opens her mouth with wisdom,

and faithful instruction is on her tongue.

She watches over the affairs of her household

and does not eat the bread of idleness.

Her children rise up and call her blessed;