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A Mother's Cry

Updated: Dec 23, 2019

It had been 7 months since he last said a word recognizable to the ear. As usual, I was preparing him for bed rocking him back and forth and trying to quiet the room. In the silence, I felt the brick on my chest and the knot in my throat. In my mind, I asked myself

“when was the last time you heard him say mama?”

From there the floodgates opened and the tears just came out as I came to accept that things were not as they should be. Through the tears, I felt the urgency to cry out to the Lord hoping that he would hear my heart and know my pain. Though the tears didn’t allow for many words to come out, all I could say is “Lord have mercy and compassion on this mother’s heart and help my child to speak.” I understood a hint of how Hannah felt when her anguish was so deep that only her lips moved. In that moment of grief, I became like Moses’ mother, left with no other choice but to release my son into the wicker basket of prayer and into the river of faith. Trusting that on the journey through the fog of uncertainty, God’s purpose was waiting on the other side.

Psalm 126:5-6; Exodus 2:1-3; Hebrews 11:23; 1 Samuel 1:13

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