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Blameless and Forever Free Ministries Mothers of Murderers

Mothers of Murderers…

Blameless and Forever Free Ministries Mothers of Murderers

Mothers Of Murderers…

Just typing those three words made me uncomfortable. How about you?

No, I’m not a mother of a murderer. I do, however, have imperfect children like myself filled with pain.

Hurt people hurt others, but healed people heal!

I have met, and established relationships with, a dozen or so of incredibly courageous mothers of murderers that deserve to wear crowns of Mothers Of Mercy!

But Labeled As Mothers of Monsters?

How can any mother walk through life being referred to as Mothers Of Monsters?

Every mother’s heart carries enough of the shame-and-blame game of our children’s actions and grave decisions, but that should associate us more so as being Mothers Of Mourning, right?

After all, a mother holds her child’s hand for just a short time, but holds their hearts forever!

Blameless and Forever Free Ministries Mother's Love Never Lets Go

Successful rehabilitation is dependent upon the love and support received inside prison.

To every Mother Of Mourning, you’re an inspirational gift from the Lord. I’m honored to witness love in action, strong faith and perseverance as God heals, creating beauty.

Blameless and Forever Free Ministries A Mother's Love

The repeated trials and attacks you endure in daily living, from your own imprisonment of guilt and shame, the victim’s family and “those that know” are like daggers to the soul unknown to none other.

Your life and love is our Lord’s work, accomplished in Holy Spirit’s power, and is never in vain, even when we don’t understand. It is unique to only you! Your life is a God-ordained calling and mission.

This assignment was specifically tailored for YOU ONLY to fulfill and you have done well to stand firm and let nothing move you except Love Himself (1 Corinthians 15:58).

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I can’t even imagine the hell you’ve walked through, but I can say this: Being refined by fire is BEAUTIFUL!!! I have become empowered because of you, so thank you!

A mom, mommy, mother can’t change the past, as she will carry some guilt and shame that is tucked between the folds of her heart. Mothers Of Mention, it’s your time to rise and shine understanding you’re Mothers Of Mercy with relentless devotion.

Your children arise and call you blessed because of your unwavering support that comes from the strength of your faith (Proverbs 31:17).

Your Godly image of grace, compassion and tender mercy illustrates God Himself (Genesis 1:27).

Hurt People Hurt Others, But Healed People Heal!

And M-O-M, Mother Of Mercy, your unconditional love to “never let me go” helps us all embrace how hurt people hurt others, but healed people heal! Since love comes from God and you know Him, your life testifies to God’s Great Love (1 John 4:7-10).

A mother’s love is kind of like a rainbow bringing color and life into a dark and dreary atmosphere filled with cold and empty minds.

Counting the times their souls connect to one another pales in comparison to the mourning and weeping veils they’re clothed in.

The celebration a mother holds onto when transformation delivers reminders of “I’m making you stronger,” illustrates how their love is unashamedly obvious. Even though every single visit steals a part of their cherished cuddling and cradling, the bleeding heart may become calloused with scar tissue, but a Mother Of Motivation leans in.

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Death ripped away a part of these mothers, the parts that were most loved. Instead, they are replaced with wearing the black hooded veil. Both the mothers of the victims and the mothers of murderers become haunted by the shadow of death and despair.

Could you describe a M-O-M as selfless, loving, supportive, even an intelligent beloved? Or is the labeling of the mother of murderers too much to bear?

We all participated in the death of Jesus Christ, so maybe examining our own cold hearts might help expose light to the shadow of judgment and condemnation.

These mothers still feel the pain, raw pain, but to think their hearts cannot be broken anymore is disheartening. This pain is seared all the way through the heart branding each beat. They are imprisoned by no fault of their own. A mother’s love never ends; instead it chooses to protect, never leaves, nor forsakes.

Sound familiar?

That’s God’s Great Love!

A mother faces hardship, judgment and ridicule when their child becomes incarcerated. Fearless perseverance is demanded when the world surrounding her collapses beneath her feet.

Unable to guard any mama’s heart, the battleground is and was vicious and bloody. This could only develop strength from constant battle. Behind closed doors, the shadow of guilt and shame ricochets from the flaming arrows penetrating the armor. Where this mama went wrong or where she failed and wasn’t enough lurks to ambush.

The hemorrhaging heart somehow finds the strength from faith to carry a torch of compassion and love to carry a heart through the finish line.

Are you a Mother of Mayhem? Mother Of Mischievous? Mother of Multitude? Mothers of Military? Mothers of Mentally-Ill? Mothers of Misfits?

How about calling ourselves…

Mamas of Masterpieces?

Whether your mother is loving, accepting, beautiful or caring, the common denominator that is often overlooked is how amazing she is: Mother Of Mine!

Thank you for being beautiful you, Mother Of Meaningful! You are indeed Mothers Of Masterpieces!

Until next time…

Happy Mother’s Day!

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Blameless What I know

What I Know

Blameless What I know

What I Know

I know your heart; do you know mine?

They connected in that moment they brought you to me. That has not changed since then. I know your heart, why we are separated now. But do you know mine?

How I can never describe the feeling of watching and hearing the sound of the metal shackles being locked on your body. The body I cradled and sang to and rocked, your premature birth making you all the more precious to me. To say this hurt my heart… Well, you know, if you know my heart.

I know your eyes, following me across the room, “mom?” Do you know mine? I can’t fix this like I wanted to fix every hurt that came your way. But my eyes are telling you, I can only try and make you see you are never without me.

I don’t know your new world, and you no longer know mine. I know that you know the things I long to share with you and can’t. Your brothers’ lives, your nephews, new cousins’ children, holidays, birthdays and just those days I wish I could reach over and touch your hand, or smile in recognition of some shared family joke. It so hurts my heart that I know these are the things you are missing.

I can only know of your world what you deem safe to tell me. The imagining in my head can be so much worse. I try not to let my heart go there, but nevertheless it is only halfway to the back of my mind.

I know my arms want to hold you and shield you whenever I can. And you don’t fool me – I know your arms come around me, quickly and fiercely even though you say, “Ah mom, the guys!”

I know your smile that sometimes lights up your face when you see me, or sometimes can break my heart. My smile, you know, that will never tire of landing on your face, but always hiding my sadness at where you are.

I can’t know your pain, your fears, your regrets or your way of reconciliation of this life that is now yours. And you can’t know mine. I can’t show you mine. I know you need my strength. Sometimes that is all I can do for you. And that is my pain, mine alone.

You know my soul. You know there is nothing I wouldn’t do for you. Just as I know yours, they are intertwined for always. I know who you are deep down inside.

I know your guilt that comes from your actions. Do you know mine? The time I have spent wondering, “which day did I go wrong?” Did I read to you enough? Did I give you enough apple snacks? Was it that day I spanked you for running out in the street? Or the day I made you stand in the corner for telling me “NO!”?

Silly really, the mundane things I dwell on. But it doesn’t stop me from wondering – what minute of what day would I have changed?

Instead, this is where we are. But it won’t be dark, we have each other to light the way. I’ll light yours and you’ll light mine and we will meet at the end of this tunnel.

And every so often, we pause. Our eyes, our hearts and our souls connect like a magnet and we ask each other – how did you get here?

I don’t know.

Until next time…

Wasn’t that beautiful? Please tell Dana Ordonez how much you loved her heart and transparency through the beautiful words penned. You can leave her a comment that is linked above the post or go to Blameless and Forever Free Ministries nonprofit website.