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by Phil Ware
I am glad when I suffer for you in my body, for I am completing what remains of Christs sufferings.
Easter weekend 2001 was supposed to be a great time in the Warehouse. Our son Zach was driving home from college with his fiancée Mandy, along with my mother and stepfather. Donna was preparing a big meal. We were all excited. Then we received the call.
Dad, weve had a slight delay because of an accident problem! Zach informed me.
Thats okay, I said trying to understand. Is it an accident you are stuck behind or an accident you are in?
An accident we were in. Im calling from the patrol car, but Im okay.
Is everybody else okay?
Yes, everybody is okay, except for MiMi, shes having some trouble breathing. Theyve taken everybody to the emergency room...
It was a head on collision at high speed. Thankfully, everyone survived in amazingly good shape. The only one really hurt was my mother...
Seems like that is how it has always been. No matter what has happened in our lives, the one who has born the brunt of the pain has been my mother. Whether it was our misbehaviors as boys, our wounds and slights in school, our broken hearts with girlfriends, our sports injuries, and especially our dads long illness and death the one who bore the pain was our mother.
The wounds are mostly mended from the wreck from over a year ago. Some things, however, will never be quite the same again. My mom will have another reminder in her body of her desire to be with and to love her children and her grandchildren.
I am the Lords servant, Mary had said to the angel when told of Jesus miraculous conception. So is every mother who has committed herself to rear her children in the Lord and carry them as offerings to the King of Kings. In their hearts, and quite often in their bodies, they carry the marks of that service. Unfortunately, no one can fully appreciate those marks... except the Holy One carried in Marys womb who has born the marks of our healing. He will not forget their works of grace, sacrifices of love, and scars of pain.
Mothers are tough.
Mothers are precious.
And in Jesus, thank God, Mothers are forever.
Thanks, Mom for bearing the marks in your body of your love for us. They have not been forgotten. They will not be wasted. You have helped give us all a forever family.
Author: Phil Ware
Publication Date: May 6, 2002