Mom’s weekend

I came to the Union to study and ended up being inundated by crowds of moms and daughters smiling, fighting, shopping, embarrassing one another…

In undergrad I  always hated this weekend, but only because it glaringly reminded me of what I didn’t have. I’d go out with all of my roomies and their moms, but always felt out of place as the girl without one.

I used to think I was such a failure whenever I just missed her–as if it were a sign that I were  a weak Christian, with little faith, who valued things of the earth more than Christ alone–and so I bottled it all up in an attempt to be the “strong” girl.

Today God was reminding me just how unbiblical my thinking was

John 11:33-36: When Jesus saw her weeping, and the Jews who had come along with her also weeping, he was deeply moved in spirit and troubled. “Where have you laid him?” he asked. “Come and see, Lord,” they replied. Jesus wept. Then the Jews said, “See how he loved him!”

ESV Study Bible (<–which is sweeeet btw): Jesus joins his friends’ sadness with heartfelt sorrow, yet underlying it is the knowledge that resurrection and joy will soon follow (cf. 1 Thess. 4:13). Jesus’ example shows that heartfelt mourning in the face of death does not indicate lack of faith but honest sorrow at the reality of suffering and death.

So yeah, 8 years later, I still miss my mom. But underlying it is the knowledge that resurrection and joy is a promise to come. yay.