Happy belated Mother’s Day! I hope you all had fabulous days yesterday!
We were in DC for a wedding and my fabulous older sister Laura was kind enough to take us in for the weekend. Bernie went fishing bright and early Sunday morning and knowing it was Mother’s Day, I tried to lay low and stay out of their way in the morning, so they could have some family time.
Yet even in my attempt to get out of the way, I was still privy to bits and pieces of the big Mother’s Day reveal…Lulu lined up in the hallway waiting to bring her mom french toast, a card, and an imprint of her hand. When it was time to go in, she just couldn’t wait to be with mommy and show her what she made, but what struck me the most, was hearing the genuine joy and delight in Laura’s voice over her daughter’s creations. Some people might look at scribbles and a hand print and think nothing of them, but Laura was overjoyed. You see, they weren’t just any scribbles and it wasn’t just any hand, they were her daughter’s. The one she created, the one she loves, and the one she is so pleased with.
This led me to think of my own mother and the countless drawings, cards, and clay creations–pinch pots, animals, and Greek godesses, she has held on to and cherished throughout the years. And let me just tell you, with five kids, she has acquired some interesting pieces, but she delights in each one.
Similarly, at work, my boss doesn’t opt for the traditional stuffy office art in her office, but she has lined her walls with framed artwork from her two amazing boys, because more than any established or up-and-coming artist, these works of art are priceless.
It’s incredible the joy and delight mother’s take in their children and each one of their creations.
But even more incredible is the joy and delight that God takes in us, His children. He made us, He knows us, and He is proud of us. Similar to Lulu’s handmade creations, when we come to God with an offering in our hand–a song of worship, a prayer, or a willing heart, He is pleased.
Don’t hold back. He is so worthy of any offering we can bring to Him.
and make music to your name, O Most High,
proclaiming your love in the morning
and your faithfulness at night…
I sing for joy at what your hands have done.
How great are your works, LORD,
how profound your thoughts!