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when mother’s day hurts…

ByMary Lenaburg

 

If you follow me on instagram, you know that yesterday afternoon was a rough one for me. Grief is a fickle lady and when she decides to push her way into my day,  she creates all kinds of chaos. I have learned that when the tide comes, I need to sit with the memories, cry ALL the tears, and allow my heart and mind the opportunity to grieve my Courtney.

Sometimes that takes an hour, sometimes a day and other times two or three days. As for yesterday, I shared my heart in those tender moments with my insta followers and man y’all, you blew me away with your grace and mercy, meeting me right where I was in my grief and allowing me the space and time to find my way through it.

Have I told you lately how much I appreciate your kindness and grace when it comes to my grief journey? I so appreciate your prayers, words of encouragement and sweet comments. I don’t know where I would be without them friends. Truly I don’t. You bless me so much with your love and support.

For those of you who have suffered the loss of a child, wether you got to hold that child in your arms or not, know that I understand your broken heart and I see your pain. Know that I am praying with you for peace.

For those of you who are dealing with the cross of infertility and dream of the day when God will bless you with arms full of love, know that I am standing in the gap for your, asking Our Lady to intercede for you with her Son so that you may one day hold love in your arms.

Fo those of you who have hard difficult relationships with your mothers I offer prayers that you will be blessed with healing in that relationship and that you both find middle ground on which to stand and see one another as God sees you both. I empathize with your desire for peace and pray God grants you that.

For those of you grieving the loss of you mother, I am so very sorry for your loss my friend. I pray you find a sliver of joy this weekend in relieving happy memories of your Mom, ones that make you smile and thank God for the gift of your time with her.

Mother’s Day can be tricky. I know this first hand. I stand with you friend, hand in hand, allowing the tears to fall when necessary and rejoicing in what they represent. When you have loved big, the crater left behind in your heart is HUGE. So just keep swimming friend.

Live boldly. Love bravely. God’s got the rest.

 

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  2. Dear Mary, thank you so much for sharing this. Your words in this post and in the Pray More Lenten Retreat have helped so much as I have been travelling through the first year without my daughter. Please know that God is using you and your daughters story to be a blessing. Thank you!

  3. Sweet Mary, I sent you something once and you sent me a handwrittne thank you note and prayer cards! I was blown away. God led me to your writing a couple of years ago- in the middle of the night, with a sick baby. I was hooked and have followed you, and prayed for you since then.
    I wasn’t sure how to get in touch, but I need your help please. My best friend’s brother died earlier this year. He was sick from birth, but miraculoulsy lived for 30 years. His family did the same Lourdes trip that you did. His parents are wonderful, dear friends of mine- I love them so much. They are faithful Catholics and they are grieving much the way that you did, and still do. They don’t know anyone who can relate to their life or type of grief. I thought of you.
    May I please put you in touch with Julia, the mother? She lives in Savannah, GA and her son Daniel had Proteus Syndrome. I think that the two of you would be fast friends, and could empathize with one another in ways that most people can never do.
    You will see my email- if you have a spare moment, I deeply hope that you can reach out and I will pass her info along to you! God bless you sweet Mary!

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