A Mama’s Cry Released

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Today, Bettie is sharing a piece of her family’s story. I (Anna) had originally planned another post, but the Lord placed Bettie’s poem, that she had written for Beloved Prodigal before its opening, on my heart. I asked Bettie to pray about sharing it here today and these are the memories and the encouragement she felt the Lord speak to her to share with you. May you be blessed.

A Mama’s Cry Released

The hospital room was sterile and cold, a shivering place for a young teenager. My Mom had undergone a simple biopsy, but the time for Outpatient Procedures had not yet arrived in our 1970’s small town. So my Mom was awakening from the anesthesia and due to arrive back to her room at any time.  I waited for what seemed an eternity, and as I huddled in the corner, I heard the nurses hurriedly wheeling the cart in, but shouting instructions to several helpers. “Wake her up! Get assistance! She’s not breathing!”  My heart started pounding as the tears rolled down my cheeks.  

As scary as the situation proved to be, I was not unfamiliar with these kinds of settings. My Mom had had more than her share of sickness, and I grew up expecting her to suffer and need help.  That day at the hospital turned out to be an allergic reaction to the anesthesia, and the nurses revived her within mere seconds of arriving in the room.  But there were so many other times that she scared us, and scared herself.  She lived with too much anxiety for one person to carry.  And it didn’t stop when my siblings grew up and moved on to our own homes.

We all knew that if we were going through hard times, so would our Mom. We came to resent her illnesses, and felt that she was unwilling for us to have lives of our own.  But as I matured in my own faith, and the Lord took me down a path of intercession for my own children, I realized that my Mom had actually shared in a kind of identification and intercession as she prayed for her children.  She had lived for so long carrying her anxieties along with her prayers that she could never find a full release from those weights.

But today as I prayed, and heard the words of this poem, I knew that her burdened heart has finally found freedom as she is dancing with her Savior in Heaven.  She is watching from within that great cloud of witnesses, and seeing her prayers being lived out in the lives of her children.

And I am watching those same kinds of answers come to my prayers for my own children now.

Hebrews 12:1 “Therefore, since we are surrounded by such a great cloud of witnesses, let us throw off everything that hinders and the sin that so easily entangles. And let us run with perseverance the race marked out for us”

A Mama’s Cry

Oh weary daughter,

I hear your cries of thirst

I see your tears of longing

Your children shall be saved.

 

My wounded child 

I listen to every prayer

I watch as you bow

Your words rise before me now.

 

Sweetly broken one

I carry your words

I place them on my Father’s lap

He sifts them through His hands.

 

Precious Mother heart

I bring water for your thirst

I pour from my well to you

Your strength will be renewed.

 

Holy and battered warrior

I see the battlements

I watch you stand guard there

Your children are being rescued.

 

Even here, even now

The Father’s heart is moved

Compassion flowing free.

 

Oh my weary daughter

I hear your cries of thirst

I see your tears of longing

Your children shall be saved.

–BG

May this song Bettie’s mother sang when Bettie was young bless and encourage you that all God’s Beloved Prodigals will yet return to the Voice of the Lord calling them home in His Sovereign timing. Even now His hand remains upon them and sealed as they are in the Spirit of God: “The boundary lines have fallen for [them] in pleasant places.” (Psalm 16: 6 NIV).

This post is linked up to Grace and Truth

10 thoughts on “A Mama’s Cry Released

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  1. Dear Hulda,
    I am so thankful that our Lord sends us His gifts of reassurance, at just the right time! He loves our children so much, and He knows our Love for them too!

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  2. Oh, Bettie, this is so beautiful! I especially love this stanza:
    “Oh my weary daughter

    I hear your cries of thirst

    I see your tears of longing

    Your children shall be saved.”

    Thanks so much for sharing this. It brings comfort to my mama heart.
    Love and hugs! xo

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    1. Dear Gayl,
      I am so thankful that the Lord brought comfort to your heart! He knows the burdens that we carry, and longs to help us with them, doesn’t He? May He continue to bring you the strength you need as you love your dear ones! Love and Hugs to you! xo

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  3. Oh, sweet friend! This is just precious to me this morning! My soul is weary and my body SO tired. Thank you for your dear email from the other night. I will try to answer as soon as i can. Much on our hearts this morning, and your kindness and prayers are so appreciated. God bless you and heal you and grant you a wonderful day today!

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    1. Dear Cheryl, Our Lord truly carries us through those heavy days! I am continuing to pray for you and your family during these difficulties. May He be your strength, and care for each of your loved ones. Thank you so much for your prayers also, my friend! Love & Hugs to you!

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  4. Oh Bettie, you have comforted my heart today. Sometimes such a deep longing cries out to God for my children and grandchildren. “The Father’s heart is moved compassion flowing free.” There’s so much hope in that, isn’t there? And I always love to think of my mom dancing with Jesus, forever free from the depression that plagued her life. I’m so glad your mama is free from anxiety and illnesses. Love and hugs!

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    1. Dear Trudy,
      Oh yes, you are right that He brings us such HOPE when we see His compassion flowing so freely! Our own hearts can become so heavy as we pray for our loved ones, but I am so thankful that HE does hear our cries. And what a beautiful picture to include your Mom now dancing along with my Mom with their Lord, totally free from all of the bondages that this flesh had yoked on them. Jesus is so good! Love and Hugs to you too, my friend!

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  5. Thank you Bettie for the poem and the story of your mom. I am learning how real anxiety is as I have experienced some of this in my own life. My mom also carried our anxiety even as she prayed for us. I can only imagine as a child growing up how difficult it was for you to see your mom suffering in any way. Thank you for this blessing today.

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    1. Dear Mary,
      Yes, that anxiety can feel like it wants to rule us sometimes, can’t it? Oh, but what a precious Lord we have, who comes alongside and carries those very fears away as we lay them before Him. And, I am discovering that as He uncovers more of those difficult memories, it is so that He can show me how He was alongside of the pain then also! He truly does want to set us and our loved ones free, so that we can more fully embrace Him! Thank you for your encouraging words today also!

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