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Posted by Micha Cisneros at 12:26 AM
A Missionary Mom
Today, I became a missionary mom.
I watched him walk away.
He lifted his hand and waved goodbye.
I stood there in a daze.
I tried to see the top of his head
As he turned left and then right.
I called to him," Be brave, be strong!"
He disappears from my sight.
Fear grips my heart, what will he do?
It's five thousand miles away?
The culture and the language,
Will he understand what they say?
Emptiness fills my heart and soul,
For this, I'm unprepared.
Let me go back and stop him now,
He's not yet in the air!
Lovingly, my husband guides me,
We walk away with sighs.
Once in the car, we try to pray
But ..instead we cry.
"Where is my strength?" I wondered.
"Where is my light, it's gone!
It is not fair, it's way too hard,
For this new missionary mom!"
Then it comes, a quiet reminder
Flowing into my heart.
"Think of Mary, the mother of Jesus,
Her sacrifice was hard."
"She too watched her son walk away
Feeling emptiness, pain, and loss.
She never wavered, she never doubted
As she knelt at the foot of his cross."
I bowed my head, I felt ashamed,
My sacrifice seemed so small.
My son desires to teach the world
And her Son has saved us all!
It was then I realized, that
Her Son walks with mine!
The Savior's love encircles him,
He's not alone this time.
With gladness and thanksgiving
I fall on bended knees.
My eyes are opened, I understand
That He will also walk with me!
So, I gather up my courage,
Like Mary...stalwart, brave, and strong!
I will not doubt, I'll stand steadfast as
An immovable missionary mom!
-written by Peggy Stephens
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