Some things are too sacred to write about … because there isn’t adequate expression for them.
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Womanhood … and Motherhood, may be one of those.
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The flowers,
the handmade cards,
the various pieces of handmade pottery (oh bless those elementary school teachers),
the well-meant sermons in church
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They really don’t even come close at all do they?
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Because being understood
… really understood,
… to know that someone else fully sees you,
… what you’re experiencing,
… the sacrifices you’re making,
as a woman, as a mother, as a daughter of God,
… to know that you’re not alone,
… that you have Heavenly assistance in this divine role
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That understanding isn’t something any earthly gesture can provide.
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Perhaps the only approximation is to be in the presence of other women … who know … and see.
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No, that level of being understood … recognized … acknowledged … known … loved … appreciated … supported …
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Can really only come from one source.
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And so … you all keep all these things in your hearts.
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We’ll never be able to express it with our words or actions
… but we’ll keep trying … because we love you.
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And maybe someday … we’ll truly see.
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“Motherhood is more than bearing children, … It is the essence of who we are as women. It defines our very identity, our divine stature and nature, and the unique traits our Father gave us.” – “Are We Not All Mothers” – Sheri Dew
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Image credit – “Mary Kept All These Things” by Howard Lyon
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