Wanting More on Mother’s Day

Posted by on May 11, 2012

A few years ago, I sat stuck at a red light that blinked green long enough to let maybe two cars turn left every ten minutes or so. At just after 6 p.m., the traffic was moving about as fast as an inverted jar of refrigerated honey. Glancing in the back seat, I found my fourth grader sound asleep. A little shiver passed through her so I cranked up the heat before refocusing on the stoplight that wouldn’t budge, but nonetheless illumined the intersection with its eternal claret halo.

I fidgeted and willed the light green. No luck. It was like it didn’t care that I was in a hurry to get to the pharmacy and then to Chipotle to pick up dinner before Maddy’s Popsicles melted. They were somewhere in the ten plus bags of groceries I’d just bought after taking my sweet girl to the doctor who had promptly confirmed the school nurse’s suspicion of strep throat.

And then I had one of those split second moments that’ll probably hang on forever.

Here I was, warm and safe and dry on an otherwise frosty December evening. I had a car that travelled on paved roads wherever I needed to go. I held a cell phone that had, just hours before, rung with news from the school nurse letting me know my little girl was sick. I lived in a world where I could get to a doctor when I needed one – and Maddy’s pediatrician had seen us stat before prescribing meds to make her strep throat vanish. All I’d need to do now was drive to the pharmacy – because there was indeed a pharmacy to go to – and pick up the magic medicine.free hosting no ads

Then I’d make my way to a semi-healthy fast food restaurant, where, because I had the resources and because the local economy sustained a Chipotle among countless other dining options, I could pick up food and not cook like I usually do. This meant I could more quickly unpack the bags and bags of groceries – fresh vegetables, fruits, etc., and then bundle my little sicky off to her warm bed after prayers and a final dose of her bubble gum-flavored antibiotic.

I remember shaking my head, half-stunned, half in shame. How could I have gotten so caught up in hurrying that I’d forgotten to be grateful for the infinite blessings that make life easier to be a parent here? Because as I remembered the countless mothers in South Sudan, it hit me blindside that life for them was nothing like chatting on cell phones and getting in cars with sick children and maneuvering safe roads that led to a doctor’s door, a drive-up pharmacy, a grocery store parking lot and a take-out restaurant to buy convenient and relatively healthy food. Nothing at all like that.

The message was clear and it rings especially true this Mother’s Day: In our world that moves so fast and has so much, there are still those who seem stuck in time with so very little. And so many of these living in poverty are women and children.

We’re so thankful that God has invited us to help work for change in South Sudan. We’re grateful to be serving in areas that greatly affect women through amazing partners who care about deep and lasting change in Jesus’ name. And as we celebrate Mother’s Day with loved ones this weekend, we’d be ever so appreciative if you’d pray with us for our sister-mothers in South Sudan and ask God how He might use our lives to give more where it’s so greatly needed.  ~ Elizabeth

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One Comment

  1. thank you for this Mother’s Day thought… to be grateful for what God has provided, and mindful of the needs of others.

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