JAW Ministries

Happy Mother's Day

Friday, May 12, 2006

Happy Mothers Day!
Joan Ann Warnell

Happy Mother's Day

Beloved Mothers, Let me be one of the first to wish you an awesome "Mother's Day" and pray God Bless You - For Such A Time As This.

Love & Blessings,

Joan Ann


If you send this to just one person, it should make it all the way around the world by Mother's Day.

This is for the mothers who have sat up all night with sick toddlers in their arms, wiping up barf laced with Oscar Mayer wieners and cherry Kool-Aid saying, "It's okay honey, Mommy's here."

Who have sat in rocking chairs for hours on end praying for peace and hoping for some soothing for crying babies.

This is for all the mothers who show up at work with spit-up in their hair and milk stains on their blouses and diapers in their purse and child sitting grams.

For all the mothers who run car pools and make
cookies and sew Halloween costumes. And all the
mothers who DON'T.

This is for the mothers who gave birth to babies
they'll never see till they get to heaven...

And the mothers who took ba bies and gave them homes.

This is for the mothers whose priceless art
collections are hanging on their refrigerator doors.

And for all the mothers who froze their buns on
metal bleachers at football or soccer games instead of watching from the warmth of their cars, so that when their kids asked, "Did you see me, Mom?" they could say, "Of course, I wouldn't have missed it for the world," and mean it. For all the grams froze buns too.

This is for all the mothers who yell at their kids in the grocery store and swat them in despair when they stomp their feet and scream for ice cream...
And for all the mothers who count to
ten instead, but realize how child abuse happens.

For all those who tell little Suzy or Sam of their love just before they spank them so the child will never doubt the love.

This is for all the mothers who sat down with t heir children and explained all about making babies. And for all the (grand)mothers who wanted to, but just couldn't find the words...and all the moms who couldn't.
because their children were taken from them.

This is for all the mothers who go hungry, so their children can eat. For all the mothers who read All about "The child Jesus" twice a night for a year.
And then read it again. "Just one more time".

This is for all the mothers who taught their
children to tie their shoelaces before they started school. And for all the mothers who opted for Velcro instead.

This is for all the mothers who teach their sons to cook and their daughters to sink a jump shot and both of them to pray.

This is for every mother young or old whose head turns automatically when a little voice calls "Mom?" in a crowd, even thou gh they know their own offspring are at home, away at college or grown and raising their own.

This is for all the mothers who sent their kids to school with stomach aches assuring them they'd be just FINE once they go! t there, only to get calls from the school nurse an hour later asking them to please pick them up. Right away.

This is for mothers whose children have gone astray, who can't find the words to reach them. But pray!

This is for all the step-mothers who raised another woman's child or children, and gave their love, attention, and time... sometimes totally unappreciated!

For all the mothers who bite their lips get on bended knee and pray when their 14 year olds dye their hair green.

For all the mothers of the victims of school shootings and and the mothers of those who did the shootings - for those who take drugs and to those who sell the drugs.

For the mothers of the survivors, and the mothers who sat in front of their TVs in horror, hugging their child who just came home from school or war safely.

This is for all the mothers who taught their
children to be peaceful, and now pray they come home safely from a war.

What makes a good Mother anyway?
Is it patience?
Is it compassion?
Or could it be LOVE?

The ability to nurse a baby, cook dinner, and sew a button on a shirt, all at the same time?

Is it the ache you feel when you watch your son or daughter...disappear down the street, walking to school alone for the very first time? Or going off to war?

The jolt that takes you from sleep to dread, from bed to cribat 2 A.M. to put your hand on the back of a sleeping child OR the jolt to get up and pray for a child & family long gone from the nest!

The panic, years later, that causes you to pray as they leave the nest and you ask God to do what ever you have missed for them and please let it be His best!

Or the need as news is made to flee from wherever you are to go and hug or make a call to hear your child young or old.

The emotions of motherhood are universal and so our thoughts are for young mothers stumbling through diaper changes and sleep deprivation...

And mature mothers who miss hearing from a child so-o-o much...

For working mothers and stay-at-home mothers. Infirmed moms too...

For grandmothers in retirement homes...

For infirmed & lonely mothers & grandmothers in nursing homes...

Single mothers and married mothers, especially our widowed mothers...

Mothers with money, mothers without. This is for
you all. For all of us. Hang in there. In the end we can only do the best we can and seek God to do the rest.
Tell them every day that we love them by a call or two.

Most of all mothers & grandmothers love to know you pray.

Please pass along this word to all the Moms & Grandmoms in your life.

"God is who and Home is where catches are when you fall - and we all fall."
Please pass this to a wonderful mother you know. (I just did))