God is in the midst of her, she shall not be moved
God shall help her, and that right early (Psalms 46:5)

What a blessing to celebrate mothers day. In a world where gender bias, confusion and misalignment is the norm allow me to revisit those ancient landmarks. In the plan of God, the woman has a distinct role. A call to nurture, in delivering she is saved, an obligation to nurse and though she forgets that child, God himself will not. For every shortcoming, I pray every single mother would be reminded of an overcoming faith and a superabounding grace. She is a citadel like Solomon said, a fortress for all belonging to her.
Lest I forget a certain elder reminded me that we love you not at the expense of any other. It should never be a struggle to be empowered in order to be better than man, but a complete woman. Unashamedly so irrespective of whoever is intimidated thereby but ever respectful to all men and women alike.

She is clothed with strength and honour
She laughs at the calamity to come, (Proverbs 31:25)

Strength to wage war, interceding for her household, and coming generations. To pursue the purposes of God in all things, to birth the will of God in the earth. That with honour because of grace which compels her to retain it. Thank God for mum, she bears herself, her own in every grace seeing she fears God. Indeed she has chosen the good part, that which cannot be taken from her.

Many daughters have done virtuously
But Thou excel them all! (Proverbs 31:29)

Like Dorcas, we must also learn from the lives of women who cast all their living before the God of heaven. The first lady in the Salvation Army was blessed, eulogised in such weighty words from her husband William Booth.

“If you had a tree that had grown up in your garden, under your window, which for forty years had been your shadow from the burning sun whose flower had been the adornment and beauty of your life, whose fruit had been almost the stay of your existence and the gardener had come along and swung his glittering axe and cut it down before your eyes, I think you would feel as though you had a blank. It might not be a big one, but a little blank in your life.
If you had a servant who for all this long time had served you without fee or reward, who had administered for very love to your health and comfort and who suddenly passed away you would miss that servant.
If you had a counsellor who in hour continually occurring of perplexity and amazement had ever advised you and seldom advised wrong; whose advice you had followed and seldom had reason to regret it and the counsellor while you were in the same intricate maze of your existence, had passed away you would miss that counsellor.
If you had a friend who had understood your very nature, the rise and fall of your feelings, the bent of your thoughts and the purpose for your existence; a friend whose communion had ever been pleasant the most pleasant of all other friends to whom you had ever turned with satisfaction and your friend had been taken away you would feel some sorrow at the loss.
If you had a mother for your children who had cradled and nursed and trained them for the service of the living God, in which you most delighted a mother indeed who had never ceased to bear their sorrows on her heart, and who had been ever willing to pour forth that heart’s blood in order to nourish them and that darling mother had been taken from your side you would fell it a sorrow.
If you had a wife a sweet love of a wife, who for forty years had never given you real cause for grief; a wife who had stood with you, side by side, in the battle’s from, who had been a comrade to you, ever willing to interpose herself between you and the enemy and ever the strongest when the battle was the fiercest, and your beloved on had fallen before your eyes, I am sure there would be some excuse for your sorrow.”

Mother Catherine Booth