Love moves mountains

Kisses

Tuesday, December 22, 2009

7:03 PM

If there be Beauty ~ grace ~ think on these things.

Foggy memories now~ but worth the struggle to remember it. For many of us there was a time when we were feverish and very sick. For me it goes this way: the overwhelming feeling like I was going to die and the sadness of the end had descended. Out of the shadow of the hallway bathroom light comes my mother. Her lips go to my forehead then a kiss under my neck I too weak to giggle have that feeling now replaced: I may make it. How powerful mommies can be! I hold that memory & that presence within me as very valuable. Love and care sparks something very mighty within which allows us to transform some of the most painfully cruel experiences into a tremendous lesson. Lord let me be like that kiss let me be a comfort in this world.

Some things are stainless and pure and that instinct that mothers have is of the purest and most powerful in nature. May you be blessed by that. A dear friend of mine counseled me often : if there be any beauty any grace think on these things. I do not always succeed, but it is a way to keep love bubbling up in my soul. I am grateful for every ounce of love that I received. May not a drop ever be wasted ~ Love moves mountains!