The "Happy" Mother's Day That Wasn't
Sunday, May 14, 1995 Mother's Day had become a burden. After almost six years of marriage, it was yet another holiday to be celebrated without a child. I had not anticipated this day, but rather dreaded it. The previous week, we had attended our denomination's District Council. I had no doubt I was not pregnant, as the usual monthly cycle had come once again. I was quite depressed. I spent some time away from the meetings and fellowship. Sleeping in the hotel was my little escape. The last morning of the council, in a very special service, our district superintendent spoke. I honestly don't remember his sermon. What I do hold in my memory was the moment he said the Holy Spirit was leading him to have us pray for those who needed healing. Keith took my hand, and we stood together. We told no one of our childlessness. They simply laid their hands on us and prayed. When Mother's Day arrived, Keith and I planned ...