In this morning’s service, my choir sang the old hymn, And Can It Be
How Can It Be,
That Thou My God,
Should Die For Me."
It spoke to me in two ways. Not only did Jesus die, but my mother also died for me. How perfect a song for Mother’s Day?
Mother’s Day holds several different meanings for me. With each year that passes, a new mother appears. Most recently, my sister had a son. I also have ten nieces mothered by four women in my family. Several of my old friends have children. Sadly, I have no children of my own, but I have three mother figures who have played crucial roles in my life: my step-mother, my adoptive mother, and the focus of today’s post, my biological mother.
Her name is Donna Jane Bruce, and she is the primary source of the strength of my faith in the Lord.
She gave birth to me on February 14th, 1986 while she was in the midst of battling with breast cancer. From the moment her doctor informed her of my conception to the moment I was born, she refused treatment. She understood the risk she imposed upon her life, but that did not matter to her. It was her desire as a mother to bring me into the world. Her love for me was so great that she chose my life above her own. Despite her treatment efforts after my birth, the disease claimed her life after only eleven months.
I cannot even begin to imagine the amount of agonizing pain she endured. All to keep me alive. Not to mention how hard she tried to see my first birthday, or the emotional turmoil she suffered due to the abandonment of her husband, the one man who vowed to stand by her in sickness and in health. Despite it all; the agony, the stress, the exhaustion, and the heart break; she did it willingly. Her love for me, a helpless unborn child, was so great that it surpassed everything else. She didn’t hesitate to refuse treatment. She most certainly objected the possibility of an abortion. Such is the extent of a mother’s love.
This is my testimony. She would give her own life for her child, just as God died for all His children. My mother died to give me life. Christ died to give my me salvation, so that I might continue to live.
Today, I celebrate many mothers: adoptive mother, grandmothers, mother-in-law, step-mother, sisters, and cousins. Above all, I celebrate the one who the ultimate price for me. For there is no greater love a mother can give to her children.
I urge you to remember the mothers who are no longer with us as well as the mothers you can take to lunch and give a card. Let us celebrate ALL the mothers in our lives.