A humbling
Grumbling inside of me
A daughter alone
Heart of flesh, no longer stone
Husband workin’
The heart of a servant
Mother’s day
Number 12 in May
To honor and oh yes obey
But mom is gone far, far away
Into the depths of night
Ashes buried out of sight
I am a daughter
Without a mama
The sadness never leaves
Rather leans and believes
In the One who whispers my worth
Her death He knows
In fact, it was foretold
Now a part of me, the story He is bringing to the fold
About hope
Glorious hope
My cup full
Living rivers swell, feed my soul
My mom does not know
Me in my salvation, in my freedom from condemnation
She did not get to hear
That I forgive her
Mom did not see my wedding, my babies,
or cannot see my aging face
I will live into eternity
Should Jesus allow me through the gate
I am not sure if I will find her there
My mom who died carrying her cross to bear
As I stand a daughter alone
I sing praises to Him on the throne
For too many years
I was dead
in sin and dread
That I am made alive
With Him I thrive
It is because of Him
Saving me from the reaper grim
Life is a precious gift
May we hold tight to His hem
Through the waters, high and rough
Through the desert, parched, when our strength is not enough
May we love Jesus first and fierce
Thanking Him for healing our wounds with each pierce
Lets never ever lose sight of heaven’s forever
The prize for this grueling race
The time when His complete glory will shine upon our face~
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Good morning to all those who don’t have their moms this weekend. Mother’s Day is hard when your mom is gone. I pray you know Jesus, the One who comes near to broken hearts and grieves alongside us.
On my personal Facebook page, I read this poem and prayed last night. If you would like to listen, it is under my personal feed at Julie Ann Dibble.
If you would like to me to approach God in prayer for you this weekend, please email me privately at juliedibblespeaks@gmail.com
In Christ,
Julie
Faith Hope and Poetry 
How tender, how beautiful, how hopeful! Praying for you this weekend. I have lost my mom and dad. I do know my mom is in heaven and believe my dad is. God wants us to so be occupied with Him till He comes. Oh, sometimes it is hard to keep that focus. Sadness of anyone gone lingers in us. Praying this poem will minister to many. Have a ‘joyful’ Mothers Day!
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Hi Mary, yes me too. Both mom and dad are gone. I dont know if either is in heaven. I love the way you said “God wants us to be occupied with Him until He comes”. Wise words, my friend and sister. Wishing you joy and peace this weekend. Love, Julie
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Julie, thank you for sharing this poem of pain and hope. I know Mother’s Day always brings a mixture of feelings. We remember our own failings, we remember our mother’s failings, there are those who have lost mothers, mothers who have lost children and women who always wanted to be a mother and never got the chance. I love how you end this poem by pointing us to Christ:
May we love Jesus first and fierce
Thanking Him for healing our wounds with each pierce
Lets never ever lose sight of heaven’s forever
The prize for this grueling race
The time when His complete glory will shine upon our face~
For only He can fill the gaps of that this life leaves within us.
Only He loves us fully and completely.
Praying He fills you with His tender love and holds you close this Mother’s Day!
Sending love and hugs, dear sister.
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Thank you for taking the time to consider all the different scenarios for moms, Melissa. This message from my healing journey came through to daughters as every mother is someone’s daughter. Oh how He loves His daughters. I pray every woman knows her worth in Him. It has taken me so long to digest that truth. Thank you Jesus! Thank you for the hug, sending one back wrapped in love.
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I join you in this important prayer. Love you
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And yes I love you too.
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