Day 28: Mothering instinct

From the moment they were born,  I've tried to anticipate each of my kids needs. Physically, emotionally,  spiritually, academically...
 
It's a moving target. The moment I figure it out, they grow and change.

But love compels me
To watch
And listen
And feel
And somehow know
What they need.

I stumble into it. 

But when I find it,  I see them blossom. And my heart smiles.

Right now,  I'm in the search phase.  I'm watching and trying to put the pieces together... and I don't quite have it.

An amazing woman pastor I know once told me that being a pastor for her is being a midwife of faith.

Assisting in the process.
Learned in the art. 
And witness to the miracle.

There are not many feminine analogies for spirituality, but this one resonates so strongly with me.

There is something so powerful and sacred in birth.. and something that changes so irreversibly.

It is an instinct or force that connects me to each of my kids in a way that is so plain and ordinary but sacred, deep and mysterious.

Faith, to me, is almost easier to describe as the same kind of thing that was born in me that moment I became a mother.

That same kind of invisible, irreversible force or instinct connecting me with God, or the divine, or the indescribable thing that holds the universe together.

I am known...
I am loved.