Hello all, how’s everything going? Yeap, Im here for another inspiration. ^^
While doing my quiet time this morning, which directs to Psalm 34:11-22 and 3 John 1:4. It reads,
"I have no greater joy than to hear that my children walk in truth." 3 John 1:4
As I think upon this verse, I believe that every parents would want to know that, their children are in the right path, having success on hand and as well, being sincere in everything they do. Although now, I cant really imagine how does it really feels like in becoming a mother, but I sincerely thinks that, we are really pearls and jewels of our parents. Not to mentioned that, we are God’s precious princes and princesses. Providing us the best and according to our needs. Like wise what a parent would normally sacrifice for their children. But, did we ever think and make consideration room for them?
Our own selfishness often overtake our minds, and our hearts. Leading us towards an astray thinking all the time that, our parents are the worst ones we had, and that, they often gave non consideration towards our feelings, and what are the things that we actually needed.I too, have experience the arguements and querrels that happened in between me and my mom or my dad. But, as I look back my past today, somehow, sometime, I regret. For all the foolish words that I have said, and the naive amatuer thoughts that always ran through my mind, I feel somehow, I did not even take my time to look at my parents. Sincerely, just having to look at them. All the wrinkles on their face and their rough harded hand.
A slight of guilty sin arouse within, asking myself, why didn’t I consider their feelings? and their thoughts at the very beginning? How could I have let foolishness ran over me. Letting no room for consideration within me. Always, and always wanting our dear parents to consider us, rather than us considering them. I was wrong. Recalling to the verse, we are indeed being treated as pearls and jewels by our parents. But do we gave them the same treatment? I doubt it.. So many sacrifices, so many foolish arguements, and so many misundertanding, jsut for the sake of their favourite and beloved naive, foolish amatuers like me.
Sometimes, I prayed that there is a line that could connect the earth to Heaven. Enabling me to call, and just hear her and tell her that I miss her. Or, I may flew a kite up to the sky, reaching out to heaven, just want her to know that I am thinking of her now.
Sometime over, I would still think about my little bouster, which my mom made it for me. it was in red, and small. Hugging and carrying it ever since I was born until now, that I am 22, it is still with me. Not forgetting the smell of a mom’s fragrance in it, every needle and every string. Little bouster, little bouster, you are the only thing I have now. I bet you miss your maker too.
mama, I love you. Happy Mother’s Day!
Esther