Hi all...it's been a while, school work, and thoughts about school work are keeping my hands pretty full. By now, all I want is to be done with this semester, and to be in my beloved country...but I have to get through exams to get there, ah well, it is well!
Just been reflecting...can you imagine the day you were born? How you were as a little kid, did you cry a lot, or were you the quiet and well-behaved little one? No-one's told me, but it's pretty obvious that I was the quiet, well-behaved little angel that everyone absolutely adored...I mean can you imagine Princess Bibi throwing tantrums? Ha ha, yess! My mum tells me of an occasion when she went to visit her mother in another mission away from ours...with baby blessing safely strapped to her back. Baby was quiet all along the journey, but as soon as we got to the house, she started screaming, crying really badly, and as mama tried to get into the house, baby would hold the door with her arms, preventing her from doing so. Sadly, mama had to turn back and leave, baby blessing won...maybe I should join Politics, such persuasiveness is in my blood lol...
Mothers are so precious...there is no love quite like a mothers love. Who would carry a child for nine months...the child whose presence in your body would cause significant changes, some which last a lifetime...yet as soon as that baby meets the eye, she loves it more than anything else in the world! Mothers are the most powerful people in the world...why? Because they influence a child's childhood...they can make it or break it...children look up to them and would do anything to please them, whether good or bad. They are the first form of love that a baby knows, mother's love. Mother's are the strong water...just as strong water moves down a river and smooths the rocks, making them round, removing all the corners and imperfections, so is a mother...They have the story of our lives...they watch from day one, and they remember...they see you as you grow, and they marvel at what great a fruit came out of their womb!
A mother's greatest prayer...is that her baby would make her proud. I can hear it in my mother's voice when she speaks to me on the phone...I can see it in her eyes when I stand on stage and speak or preach...I can sense it in her body when she hugs me...and when she talks about me to her friends, you hear the defined tone of pride-she's my baby... Sometimes we cause them grief, our mothers, sometimes we disappoint them...and on the outside they stand in strength, but on the inside, the heart weeps...
I don't want my mama to cry...I want her to rejoice! I want her to look back on the day I was born and say, "God you remembered me..." You see, we the fruits, have the power to bring something new, to our mothers...they, as the tree, are grounded and set, but we go places, and we are changed, transformed...we grow...and when we come back, glowing...imagine the look on your queen's face saying, you make me proud. Hope you make your mama, or dad...or whoever holds that place in your heart, proud for days!
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