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Love means taking risks with my heart. And sometimes, the cost is very, very high. So high that the pain seems unbearable for a while. But I would rather love and suffer than have a heart of stone.

My body bore three children, but they were first and foremost born right out of my heart. And the great adventure began. I cannot compare the pain, sorrow, anguish and deep sufferings of loving them to anything on this earth. My heart has bled with every one of their distresses, wishing I could erase the pain, or take it upon myself. But I was not allowed to do so. So I held their hand through it all, one step at a time, until they were on the other side, or until they could let go. I stood as a shelter that they could run to, I got on my knees and implored my Father on their behalf.

My body bore three children, but they were first and foremost born right out of my heart. And the great adventure began. I cannot compare the joy, exhilarating feeling, thrill and deep pride that have come with loving them to anything on this earth. My heart has rooted for them with every one of their explorations, rejoicing in their successes, delighting in their wonder. And I cheered them on through it all, a proud and thankful mama.

I was created to love them. Nothing will ever stop me. And I love it. Even if it means taking great risks with my heart—it will be all right, for it is safely anchored in my Lord’s hands.

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