You have felt the ache before. Empty arms that waited for the baby your body promised you. The baby you waited for. Hoped for and prayed for.
An ache that extends from your arms to your heart and back again. This isn’t right. It is not the ending I expected. Or the beginning. Where is my baby?
I am a mother. God told me that children are a blessing. I saw the stick, and it had two lines. You don’t wait for the lines any more. It is too painful. But, you feel your womb and it is calling your baby.
Empty arms are the ache and cry of so many mothers every day. I do not forget you this day.
Will the healing ever come? There is an unspoken hush among women about the empty womb.
Your words today… “I had a baby.. your heart screams.” ”I carried this child in my heart.” “I delivered my baby and my arms are just – empty.”
“Why is the pain so raw, and life continues to thread its way around me. I am here, and I am hurting.”
My womb cries empty – and I weep loss. I am mother.
The secret to healing lies within the walls of our own hearts. Time. Understanding. Hope. The Ultimate Healer – Christ.
Could it have been possible to press on after 9 months of carrying a baby we knew would have a small space of time with us, and yet deliver her into my husbands arms… full of breath, beautiful eyes that would pool brown, and know that soon her last breath would leave me with empty arms? Inconceivable – until you live in the Spirit and feel His presence strong. Then the hard pressing in of grief is all but replaced with joy, and comfort. God gifts.
Would I have believed you, if you had told me the searing, aching pain in my empty arms would be comforted one day by another child, or the peace and presence of Him alone? Could I have understood the reasons, the purpose in sitting under a tent in the cold, saying good-bye to three of my babies. Walking was nearly impossible, as my knees buckled under me at the shock of leaving my precious babes there. They were just with me. In me. Mine. No, I could not have understood – then.
My empty arms have taught me much about a hope that is beyond all human and man-made reasoning.
Arms that ached and eyes that cried wells of tears until swollen in the morning - have caused me to grip the cloth of His garments for healing, for hope and have discovered that faith in His power is all that I need. He waits for us to cling to Him. A presence that calm any fearful and confusing soul.
It is a hard time to celebrate being a mother, when all around you there are mothers - with - children. I hear you.
I understand your quivering spirit and salty tears. I do, I know this pain. I know the healing. And praise God, I can understand you.
Can I pray with you today my friend? And ask that you lean on Jesus this Mother’s Day? Be present for those that celebrate life, and give true thankfulness to the mother that gave you yours. Share your heart on your sleeve – even if it is just for Jesus. He will wipe away your tears.
For any women with empty arms – I pray for you today. May Jesus wrap His comfort and strength around you this weekend.
I praise Him that He is Hope, and thank Him for holding my precious babies near. Healing does come in the morning. Our hearts will always carry our children. Forever.
Press on beautiful woman – for He has the hope you need.