Telling our stories with gratitude can literally enlarge the dimensions of our hearts.
Brenee Brown writes, “There’s a surprisingly simple reason we want to own, integrate, and share our stories of struggle. We do this because we feel the most alive when we’re connecting with others and being brave with our stories of struggle … stories actually cause our brains to release cortisol and oxytocin. These chemicals trigger the uniquely human abilities to connect, empathize, and make meaning. Story is literally in our DNA.” – Rising Strong
Holley Gerth says, “All women are mothers. Because all women bring life to the world in some way.”
Everyone has been influenced by a life-giving woman in some way. Who are the women you are celebrating today?
Take time to tell her story. Tell her she matters. If she has passed on, thank God for her story and influence in your life. Telling our stories with gratitude can literally enlarge the dimensions of our hearts.
I wrote this Mother’s Day note to my mama this morning.
Mamma, You are magnificent. You taught me to garden, to work hard, you delighted in my bouncing, you encouraged my writing and signing and took joy in my exploring. You held my hand when I was sick or sad and you provided for every need I’ve had. You’ve given your time, energy and heart. You have loved with passion and explored your dazzling interests, books, learning and reading. You have modeled determination and courage and have sat by m side on the piano harmonizing for the love of music. We’ve planted flowers and watered and watched shepherds and biked back roads and I’ve watched you walk circles around our kitchen when you were unwell and celebrated each lap. You are an innovator and a brilliant thinker and you take joy in Jesus’ creative character through nature. You loved your mama until her last breath and continued to learn from her until she went to be with Jesus.
“It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles … The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who errs and comes up short … who spends himself on a worthy cause … and who – if he fails – at least fails while daring greatly so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who neither know victory nor defeat.” – Theodore Roosevelt
Mama, you live in the arena – and I am cheering you on as you continue to cheer me on in all I do. Happy Mother’s Day, Brave-Hearted Woman.
This is my Mother’s Day Story. What’s yours?