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Last year I came across a fellow mother/writer/blogger through one of my favorite Christian communities, and I felt moved to share with you this inspiring bit of poetry by a creative storyteller I have come to love, trust, and admire.
May 2013
This is the last newsletter I am writing/editing after two years as Publicity for our Owatonna MOPS. I am so thankful for the opportunities I have had to share thoughts and motherhood with all of you. Our community of moms has been for me a place of learning, listening, and living through relationships founded on a mutual love for God and one another. Love as if your life depended on it, (paraphrase of 1 Peter 4:8) was our motto this year, which, incidentally, was what led each of us to become mothers in the first place! I praise our Father for all His precious love children and I desire to follow after Jesus, who loved His sons and daughters so much that His life DID depend on it. To be honest, loving has not always been easy for me. When I was a teenager and my parents' marriage was broken I remember the reciting same prayer request at bible study every week, God please help me to love my family. Now, in the inexplicable straights of secondary infertility, I face battles with jealousy and bitterness whenever I encounter siblings, and since I am one, that means all the time. We all have a form of suffering in our lives, don't we? Even Jobwhose hard-earned livelihood, ten children, and health were stolen from him in an attempt to make him reject God's lovehad done nothing to deserve his pain. Accepting grief and brokenness is an arduous journey; I cannot travel on it alone. The paradox is in learning to be content with all the good gifts I have while simultaneously longing for the good gifts God has in store. Being happy now, and being hopeful for what is to come. Every day I have to wake up and trust God to get me through the day. He is faithful even when I am faithless, for nothing, not even death can separate us from the love of God (Romans 8:3839). He wants us to dive into the depths of His promises for us, and I have taken the plunge! -Reagan Dregge
Can you believe this May Day snow resulted in a recordbreaking 15"?!
Mother's Day
I remember what it was like to want a baby. I remember how it felt to walk through the grocery store watching others dispose so recklessly everything I ached to be. I remember mothers, (or so-called mothers), snapping off ugly words to curly-haired toddlers. I remember mothers, (or so-called mothers), sighing in exasperation, ignoring bundles of angel on earth, telling them to hush. I remember seeing from a distance the wonder of ten little curved fingers, dimpled knuckles, wrapped sweetly around a shopping cart handle. I remember small voices saying, "Momma, Momma," and wondering what unforgivable thing I had done to become unworthy of that name.
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It has been sixteen years, but I will never forget Mother's Day empty-armed, trying to smile politely, running to the church bathroom, weeping the long, hard, labor of grief a locked door. Because of this, I define motherhood a little differently than some. I define motherhood as the womb of creativity and breasts of recreativity made full. Motherhood is an idea fluttering and kicking, compassion fluttering and kicking, music birthed, books nursed, social healing held upright on wobble knees until it walks, wounds of the heart and body dressed and bandaged.
Motherhood is entrance into dark rooms where fright cries out from sleep, and motherhood is chasing away the monsters. Motherhood is the renaming of the rejected, it is the embrace of the lonely, it is a Saturday picnic packed for the hungry, it is the rocking of the forgotten in the lap of an old, sweet song. Motherhood is the soft, feminine hand of love on the cheek of the world's need. For children are born and tended in a million different sorts of ways. The earth cries out and here you are to answer. You are maternity, and you are beautiful.
Rebecca Reynolds writes more on her blog, littlebootsliturgies.blogspot.com, and is also an occasional guest writer at The Rabbit Room (www.rabbitroom.com). http://littlebootsliturgies.blogspot.com/2012/05/on-motherhood.html
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May Birthdays Kelli Gentz 5/3, Amy Macius 5/8 Holly Guenther 5/11, Bonnie Webster 5/11 Diane Ristau 5/14, Kara Seiler 5/30 Amanda Fisher 5/22, Johanna Quam 5/24 Janel Kess 5/25, Katie Williamson 5/28
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