Our Mothering God, Creator of all that is Good,
On this, the second Sunday in May each year, American society celebrates mothers.
We honor our mothers with flowers, gifts, days off, and favorite foods.
On this day, we call to mind our favorite memories of our lives with our mothers, and we share those memories with whoever seems willing to listen to us.
Why do we do these things? Well, because our society has taught us that on the second Sunday in May, our mothers matter.
Creator God, this day brings its fair share of trauma for many of us. On this day, we pray especially for mothers who have lost children too soon, for children who have lost mothers too soon, and for mothers and children who cannot heal years of brokenness with flowers, hugs, and French Toast.
Your Law commands us to honor our fathers and mothers, but God, that’s not easy. Sometimes it’s painful. God, mothering is not easy because it requires sacrificial love. God, being mothered is not easy because it requires an ability to receive the love that is pure and sacrificial and to gently reject the attempts that fall short. We have fallen short on following Your commandment to honor our mothers and all the mothers around us.
So, God, on this day, we seek forgiveness and Your guidance for the days to come.
Give us eyes to see the mothers in our midst. Help us see mothers who have raised children to adulthood and those who lost children all too soon, those who have raised generations of children and grandchildren and those who have been left alone, those who we call the pillars of our communities and those who, because of many social forces spend their days alone. Give us Your eyes to see them, Your heart to love them, and Your hands to heal them.
Give us eyes to see the children in our midst, those who celebrate this day with their mothers and those who cannot. Help us see children who are well loved by their mothers and the villages their mothers created for them and the children who have slipped through the cracks, help us see the children who have reached the height of success in the eyes of the world and the children who struggle to make through the day, help us see the children who we call the pillars of our communities and those who, because of many social forces spend their days alone. Give us Your eyes to see them, Your heart to love them, and Your hands to heal them.
God, as we celebrate those who mother, give us hearts to mother one another. Give us hearts to ensure each one that their life has value, that their contributions matter, and that there is yet hope.