Since I became a mother I could only start to understand the capacity and vulnerability of a mother’s heart, how much love it can hold while at the same time break into many pieces. Continue reading Letter to my mother
Agape means God’s love. This is a letter for all of us, pouring out His Love…
My beloved child.
I love you. I love you so much that I sent my Son to die for your sins so that you can have eternal life.
I want you to rest in My presence, let My love fills you up and overflow to the people.
Only when you are rooted in My love will you be able to love one another. I want you to extent My love to other people even when they don’t deserve it.
My dear child
I created the heavens and earth. I sent My Word and it was done. I put Adam and Eve on it to have a relationship with me. Throughout the years my people has come to me, and turned away. They repented and turned away again… so many times have I forgiven them. I sent My Son to pay the prize and it was done. Jesus paid the ultimate prize because I love you.
Even before I created the earth I designed you. I planned every part of you; I planned you to be unique.
I rejoice over you and want to spend time with you. I know you don’t always know what to do or say, but I want you to rest in Me. I want to be part of your life; I want to be part of every part of your life. I want to greet you when you wake up and I want to put you to bed. I want to help you in your challenges and I want to rejoice with you over victories. I want to hold you when you are alone and give you strength when you are weak.
When my baby was born a year ago, I wanted to make him a “space capsule”, adding some things from his birth day (like a newspaper, some technology that will be long outdated by the time he is 18 and a letter for him). As it turned out we didn’t buy a newspaper (I am saving a magazine from that month) and I never wrote the letter. The idea was to keep it save and give it to him on his eighteenth birthday. I never found time to write the letter before his birth and decided to do it today, one year later.
Here it is:
My dearest son
I believe all children are miracles and experienced it first-hand when we see you grew and developed inside me. Week by week we read what was forming and for the first time I understood what David meant in Psalm 139, talking about God knitting us together in our mothers’ womb.