It can feel like a slippery fish to start using the term mother for ‘Abba’ God. Yet I am reminded today that the mother heart has its source in the same place as the father heart.
Our words are so limited.
Today I am reflecting on the joy and beauty of the mother’s love for us that exists. These are my reflections.
Anchor Me
The mother’s heart caterwauls loud within
My child
notice
see
love
include
Now I am a mother I can well appreciate
that ‘dreadful’ mother who approached Jesus
to petition for a place of honour for her sons
It is woven into the fabric of my life
this constant temptation
to promote
inflate
favour
the overwhelming desire, my constant companion,
for others to see
and notice
and love this child who keeps my wild heart in rhythm
What truly astounds me though is to think of you God
the mother heart that is from before beginning
the mother heart from whom all other mother hearts were fashioned
the fierceness of that love
the depth of that knowing and noticing
the wildness of that advocacy
… now aimed at me, in all my splendid imperfection
To think I could be loved, as a daughter
by the very one
who longs to gather
whose name is comfort
who lives to intercede on my behalf
How well I know the very real need I have for intercession
yet,
just for a moment
Let me wiggle my toes deep
into the wet sand of being loved by you
so deep
I am anchored against the waves
so deep
that every sense knows
I am secure in an eternal mother’s love
though I may never comprehend its width
or plumb its depths
I am, in all my smallness
able to grasp its beauty, just a little
by knowing my own capacity
for mother’s love.
Blessings and love
x Miriam x
Miriam Jessie 