05/10/2026
Mother in the garden, who knew the delight of abundance. Bone of my bones, flesh of my flesh; she shall be called woman for she was taken out of man. While man slept, she was formed to be companion. She ensured that God’s creation would not be alone.
She knew what it was to fall short - to suspect lack and miss sight of providence. Now, when children come into the world, they weep and scream for life; even in the wake of pain, in the break of relationship, God clothes her and makes her Chavah: source of life.
Mother of longing, who laughed at the prospect of a son after barren decade after decade; to her was born the family that outnumbered the stars
Mother cast out, single, alone, God heard you. To your ears came His voice, to your eyes and lips a well of living water.
Mother who was forced to let her baby float away among the reeds and mother who drew him out and nurtured him as her own. Mother-in-law, whose care transformed bitterness to joy - loss to gain.
Mothers who left too soon, mothers who defused the tempers of men, mothers who inherit the mess.
Mother who stored all these things in her heart - an engagement upended, an unplanned journey, a message of salvation to bear upon her beautiful boy. You have carried more than just a second heartbeat, but the blood that would purify the world.
To these mothers of the faith and more, we have seen our stories in you and because of you, we have seen God’s story for us.
