The Mighty Moms (Matthew 25: 31-46)
I knew this mighty mom one time,
Whose heart had turned being kind
Of like the person in God’s mind,
Before the troubles all entwined –Her in a desperate stretch of soul,
When challenge made her long for whole-
Ness – where it all made sense once more –
As life had been – as child – before.I met this mighty mom again,
Who’d moved some distance from the pain
She felt through challenge of the bog
Which had enveloped her, as God –Had helped her in her deep distress,
To rise above her hopelessness;
Engage the needs her family brought
To her attention – and had taught –Her things about her life and love;
About His care – not just above
But here – down here amidst the grind,
Of being mother, wife – and kind.I met this mom just recently,
Whose mellowness had come to be
A central part of who she was;
Upon whose heart was laid a cause –A cause which longed to ease the pain
Of mighty moms, like she had been –
Whose pathway’d led into some bog;
Who longed, like her, for dialogue –With others who had been there too;
Who cared enough to share their view
From out ahead, with helping hand,
As they traversed their rugged land.I heard her speak of sweet relief,
They needed in the gift of sleep;
Of loads in backpacks hoisted up
By one behind, when things got tough.I heard her speak of sheltered home,
Where mighty moms might be alone,
Yet find support – heart, mind, and soul,
Lest burden-bought find lethal toll.I heard her share how she’d reached out
To workers floating ’round about,
Who in their jobs were disengaged,
So they’d find peace, not be enraged.From whence had all this vision come,
For care, support for mighty moms?
From heart relieved by God that day
When things had stopped along her way.That day – strange city, far from home,
When challenge rose she had to own,
If she would be a mighty mom –
Strength from outside to her must come.Then, led by Spirit barely known,
She’d bought a Bible, took it home;
Up from its pages Spirit’s life
Pushed back the dark like firelight.Then, by those patient steps she’d walked,
And with some other folks she’d talked,
’Till day by day, raised by His grace,
As mighty mom she took her place.We talked – I asked her of her past;
How she’d come to this place at last;
What hunger she felt called to feed –
“Of mighty moms – in hour of need”.navigation