Sometimes I have to remind myself God isn’t a man. When it is “he” this and “his” that, it can be hard to remember that God is much bigger than our gendered visions.
Her lullaby is whispered in the ears of many today.
It is sung in the ears of the woman who is so overwhelmed with providing for her children that she barely had time to be with them and the woman who feels like her life is deemed less important because she has chosen not to be a mother.
It is sung in the ears of the woman who is happily snuggling her newborn baby and the woman who is crying over another negative pregnancy test.
It is sung in the ears of the woman who is planning a girl’s day out with her mom and the woman who is going to her mother’s grave to place a small bouquet of flowers.
It is sung in the ears of women who are cherished and treasured and women who are abused and discarded.
It is sung in the ears of women who have a hard time hearing it over the laughter and joy of surrounding loved ones and those who have a hard time hearing it over the ache of loneliness.
No matter who you are, the song of Mother God is for you.