About a month ago as I stepped boldly off the deck of our house and I landed on the edge of a concrete block that was hidden by long grass. My foot twisted under me and I was suddenly lying on the cold grass in pain.
Over the coming days I was dependent on friends and family for all sorts of help. That first evening a friend was bringing her kids over for dinner and I was forced to ask her to cook the meal for her family and ours (thank goodness for awesome, unflappable friends).
The last time that I had felt this helpless and dependent was during my pregnancies. My first pregnancy was a twin pregnancy, and that explained the crazy morning sickness and effects on my circulation. But the second pregnancy was a singleton… and it was just as bad! I was continually humbled by how little control I had over my body and it’s functions. The exhaustion was overwhelming and I felt like all I was able to do was muddle through one day at a time with little contribution to the greater world. I felt a new compassion for the chronically ill or people undergoing serious medical treatments.
The kindness of friends and family both near and far really did sustain us through those times and I’m sure that many of you have had similar experiences with your own pregnancies. Two women in particular took me under their wings and coached me through that first pregnancy and I was given the priceless gift of a close friend who was walking a very similar road at the same time.
In a letter written to an early church in Corinth, Paul talks about God “…who comforts us in all our troubles, so that we can comfort those in any trouble with the comfort we ourselves receive from God.” 2 Cor 1:4
MOPS is this comfort poured out in action, as we navigate this sometimes rocky road of motherhood together and it pours out beyond the limits of a MOPS meeting or a MOPS group to every struggling mum that we cross paths with.