In the spirit I entered through the temple doorway and saw Jesus leaned against a massive column at the edge of heaven’s balcony. I walked across the floor towards him. He lifted his right arm as I neared him and he pulled me against him. We both looked out across the world. We stood quietly for a moment and then He leaned down and kissed the top of my head. He said, “Happy Mother’s Day.” Tears choked me up and I was unable to speak for a moment. He just squeezed me. Then he pointed out across the world and said, “Watch with me.”

We leaned out and you could see the world displayed like a life canopy. People, their hearts, and their relationships were readily shared for Jesus to see. He began to reach for them. I could hardly speak at the love radiating around us as he arose into their lives to touch them.

I saw him send the wind to embrace each person of all ages as they knelt to put flowers at their mother’s grave – from the toddlers to the elderly with canes or walkers – Jesus was there with them as they remembered those gone. Jesus collected all their tears.

I heard him whisper to the hearts of the young mothers as they chased, washed, clothed, fed, missed sleep, gave medicine, worked multiple jobs and rocked their young loves. As he whispered to each mommy a little red heart danced from his heart to theirs.

I felt him reach to strengthen and empower the mothers of teenagers – as he shifted their burdens, worries, and tears upon his shoulders. He smiled at the relief on their face and their joy at the quick hug of a teenager on the run.

All of a sudden I saw him send rainbows of angels with jewels to the mothers of those with sick children. Whether the child was a baby or grown, in a wheelchair, in the hospital, in hospice, back at home or in a coma – the jewels were sent as a preliminary gift for their crown.

I think I was in awe the whole time. Not one mother was missed. Not one. Not even the ones whose children were missing. Jesus kissed the face of each child for each of those mothers. He knows where their children are and he will never leave them.

He didn’t forget the special mothers either. You know, the women who can’t give birth or adopt. I watched Jesus water the seeds that he trusted those moms with in the lives of children around them. Those mother’s hearts are blessed by God.

Oh what a beautiful morning. I cried for each mother. I smiled for each kiss he gave them. I thanked him for my mother and my family. How glorious is Jesus…

I lifted up my head to look at him as he reached the last mother on Earth. I opened my mouth to talk to him and he covered my mouth with his hand. He said with a twinkle in his eye, “Would you like to meet my mother?” At my shock he laughed and Mary walked in and smiled at us.

Oh. My. Gosh!

Not one single mother is lost from his love. Not one. Not ever.

May 12, 2013
Patti Corbello Archer