My childhood
was composed of a simple mother-daughter relationship. I am not yet a
mother myself. And until that point — in this space where I am
not-still-a-child, and not-yet-a-mother — my faith brings me to a place
that is not simple.
Because of my faith, my story is
bound up in the story of others: Stories that filled the backgrounds of
my childhood Bible, and stories that friends and family have had to
bear, often without recognition or compassion.
To celebrate
Mother’s Day, I begin by remembering the many biblical stories of
motherhood — stories that too many of us forget, or lack words, to
celebrate.
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