I gave this decoupage to Hannah when she was 7 years old. It was school break and she was enrolled in a summer workshop of our Church learning to play the flute. While we were waiting for her during their final rehearsals, I decided to go to the main shop of Papemelroti to buy her a gift, and I chose this decoupage of a mother and her baby.
After her rehearsals, I brought her to the store as a treat. I wanted to show her the shop that sold pretty things that I knew she would love. The simple things that I can do and give to my children, I wouldn’t want to withhold.
Two years after the great flood of 2009 deluged our cities and homes, I saw the decoupage sitting on a new corner table in the house. It was already damaged, but Hannah repaired it and wanted to keep it.
I stared at it for a long time, and a powerful flow of emotion coursed through my heart. I wanted that my love for my children will outlast any message in a decoupage, that they will always know and feel the tenderness of my love for them, like an embrace that follows them wherever they go. I wanted that, although they wouldn’t be close to my bosom as they grow up and pursue their dreams, my love for them will be like a lighthouse – a light that they can see even from afar, a light that guides them back home wherever they have gone.
But what do I even know about love, except that I have obtained mercy from Him who died on the cross, and now bear the fruit of His Spirit? This love that I know and have is just a fraction of His infinite love – a drop in the ocean. Love like an ocean, but even more. Isn’t that the kind of love the Lord has for us – deep, wide, unfathomable?
If I desire to love my children as long as I live and even after, what do I even know about a love that never ever ends, except that my Lord who had great mercy upon me has loved me as such?
The LORD hath appeared of old unto me, saying, Yea, I have loved thee with an everlasting love: therefore with lovingkindness have I drawn thee. (Jer. 31: 3)
When I say I will never forget the fruit of my womb, the babes to whom I gave suck, doesn’t the Lord God Almighty promise more?
Can a woman forget her sucking child, that she should not have compassion on the son of her womb? yea, they may forget, yet will I not forget thee.
Behold, I have graven thee upon the palms of my hand; thy walls are continually before me. (Isaiah 49: 15, 16)
If I desire to love and guide my children until the light goes out of my eyes and be no more, doesn’t the Lord do more?
Even to your old age, I am He, and even to gray hairs I will carry you! I have made, and I will bear; even I will carry, and will deliver you. (Isaiah 46: 4 NKJV)
All I know about love now is from Him, and because of Him. And while I strive to be a good mother to my kids as long as I have breath, I put our lives secure in the hands of Him whose love is always complete and covers all our sparse places. And we are complete in Him.
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