A Christmas of Hope: Lifting Up the Mothers Who Carry So Much
This Christmas, there are mothers in our community who will go to bed praying their children don’t notice the empty spaces on the table. Women who have spent the entire year giving, sacrificing, surviving yet have nothing left to give their own families.
One mother wrote simply:
“I just want my children to experience the spirit of receiving, after all the rejection they have suffered.”
Another whispered her truth:
“Most Christmases I am at work and no one thinks of me. This year I will be home… but there is no one to bless me.”
There is a family living between two worlds Zimbabwe and the UK stretched paper-thin:
“It’s difficult to balance the burdens of two countries. The hamper will take me a long way.”
And then there is the brave carer…
A woman who crossed oceans for a better life, only to face modern-day exploitation, harassment, loss, and heartbreak.
She gives even when her own pockets are empty.
She helps others despite being mistreated herself.
Her young son has watched her struggle more than any child should.
All she longs for is one moment
one small sign
that God still sees her.
Another mother, overwhelmed and exhausted, confessed:
“I help my sister and her two kids. I paid her visa. Her car is gone. I transport everyone. I am overwhelmed… but the morning prayers keep me going.”
And yet, with all they carry, they still show up.
Still work long hours.
Still send money home.
Still raise children.
Still try to smile.
Still pray.
Still hope.
These families are not asking for luxury.
They are not asking for much at all.
They are simply asking for a Christmas that doesn’t hurt.
A moment of relief.
A reminder that kindness still exists.
A message that says:
“You are not forgotten.”
Your Christmas hamper could be the miracle they have been praying for
the difference between tears of despair and tears of gratitude.
Between an empty table and a warm one.
Between a heavy heart and a hopeful one.
This Christmas…
Let us be the hands that lift them,the hearts that hold them,
And the light that reminds them they are loved.
Because nobody, nobody, should face the holidays feeling unseen.
