Dear God in Heaven, my Father God,

Today is Mother’s Day. I don’t have a mother. May I tell you how I feel – how I hurt? Or rather, how I used to hurt. Now my heart is so hard – so crushed and broken.

I am told you are kind and compassionate and I believe it to be true. But why, God, was I abandoned? Why did my mother try to abort me? Am I so bad, so ugly, so hated that even she couldn’t love me? How can you love me if she couldn’t?

Help me, dear God, to forgive her. Now, I cannot. Maybe she wasn’t guilty. Maybe her mother rejected her and she was angry with me.

How could anyone reject a baby? I cried every day for 7 years waiting for her to come get me. Then I stopped crying. I knew she wasn’t coming.

I don’t even want to see her now. She might reject me again. Maybe she died…..and no one cared enough to tell me.

When visitors came to our orphanage, I kept hoping that one was my own mother who had finally come to get me. Or maybe someone would adopt me. But I was always passed by.

I think I know a little of how you feel, Lord…..when people passed you by….and rejected you…and hated you….for no reason. Maybe you are the only one who really understands me.

When I was forced to leave my friends and the only home I had ever known…….I became as a stone. A walking, seeing, hearing stone….without feelings.except for fear and contempt. Stones don’t have or need mothers. I cannot even talk about what I missed because I don’t know.

How happy those who have a mother must be. I never knew a mother’s gentle touch and smile of acceptance. I only know scorn and slaps. I never heard the words, “I love you so much, my child…come here and tell me what is wrong.” I only knew cold words and rejection.

Is this is my heritage…….my inheritance? I have none…….only what your gracious hand and heart chooses to give me.

You said you were like a mother hen watching out for and caring for Jerusalem. You said you are like a mother that never forgets her child.

You said you would be a father to the fatherless…….and you, God, are the only mother I have ever known.

And today on Mother’s Day…….I celebrate you.

From your child……….

Isaiah 61:3 “…….to give unto them beauty for ashes, the oil of joy for mourning, the garment of praise for the spirit of heaviness; that they might be called trees of righteousness, the planting of the Lord, that he might be glorified.”