Parenting

Mummy Dearest
Not being a parent yet myself, I can’t say I know what it is like to be a parent, but I do know that almost every time I see or speak to my mother on the telephone I feel her unconditional and absolute love for me. Ever attentive, ever concerned, ever caring. Ever ending each telephone conversation with those three little words: I love you.

To be honest, I have always taken that love for granted - and even those three words for granted. Of course she loves me: I am her daughter, for goodness sake! But now more than ever I do realize that, as odd as this may sound, she does not have to love me – many women I know have estranged relationships with their mothers. Fact is though, even though she does not have to, even though we see each other only two to three times a year, her priority is always to let her children know the depth of the love that she has for them.

We remain her priority – our hopes, our dreams, our health. I am thankful to God for her, and I am craving to reciprocate and appreciate her love even more.

Stretching the borders of life
At quiet time this afternoon I thought how often I worry, fret and go off on a tangent with God when I am concerned about whatsoever. I then I realized that the reason that I go off on a tangent is because, frankly speaking, I don’t trust God enough to deliver on His fatherhood responsibilities, for if I did, I am not sure I would fret as much as I do sometimes.

Then I remembered my mother’s love and tried to perceive God’s love for me within this context. I determined that I had to totally trust and obey Him.

People with their minds set on You, You keep completely whole, Steady on their feet, because they keep at it and don't quit. Depend on God and keep at it because in the Lord God you have a sure thing. Isaiah 26 verses 3 and 4