Source of Life,
Creative Force,
Bearer of Burdens
Who longs to gather us under your strong, feathery wings:
We are tired of being the parent, the pastor,
The figure-outer, the fixer.
We grow weary of the weight we carry.
We are exhausted from being the one in charge.
Except, of course, we’re not in charge,
Because if we were, things would not be such a hot mess.
(At least that’s what we tell ourselves . . . and sometimes others.)
But we are exhausted, nonetheless.
So, mothering God,
Grant us the grace to let you be our Parent and Pastor.
Help us rely on your Wisdom to figure things out, to heal what is broken.
Bear our burdens,
Tend to our hearts,
Gather us under your wings
and hold us to your warmly beating breast.
Let our souls be quieted,
As weaned children resting in the arms of their Mother.
Amen.
Rev. Joanna Harader serves as pastor of Peace Mennonite Church in Lawrence, KS. You can read more Mother’s Day related liturgy on her blog, Spacious Faith. And you can pre-order her upcoming Advent devotional on Amazon.
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Whoof. This really landed for me, at the end of what has been one of the worst weeks in my ministry. Thank you.
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Oh, Pat. I’m looking for the heart/hug emoji. I pray for your peace in the midst of the difficulties.
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And it landed for me … on a week when bi-vocational feels like quinti-vocational.
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Because the vocation of pastoring is at least four vocations in and of itself. Holding you in prayer, Maren.
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