Saturday, August 17, 2013

HE loves YOU, like a MOTHER loves her CHILD.

Looking at a mother and their new-born, everything is amazing on the outside, meanwhile we don't know the struggle she had to go through in labor. My mother had four children, when I ask her "Mom, what's it like to be pregnant? Mom, what's it like to give birth?" my mom answers, " Its the most wonderful experience to know that there's a human being growing right inside of you, but I can't tell you what it's like to give birth, everyone's experience is different.". Meanwhile, my neighbor can't stop talking about the three different experiences she had. Now, I can't picture my life without my mother. Today for instance, I saw my mom and I started to noticing wrinkles she didn't have before, I started noticing the grey hair that she hasn't dyed. We don't stop to look at the "BIG PICTURE" like my sister says, we need to stop to see the whole image, but we're to busy looking at one spot. Creating a family doesn't come with an instruction manual, it happens and we learn from the lessons life throws at us. Yesterday I spent time with two of the many cousins I have, one of them with a new born baby. I realized that her baby boy receives all the love of the world from his mother, plus a bonus from the rest of the family and extended family.
I know this is home when I see my mother's face, I know that this is the truth when I see my dad. Sometimes, seeing them both together is all I need for my day to be okay. I find peace when I'm with them. The love they have for me and my older siblings is all I know. They don't give up on you, even when they have too. We all make mistakes because we're humans. They always tell me, if I knew then what I know now things would be different, but I wouldn't change a thing. I dislike seeing my mother when she feels bad, because she doesn't have her mother to give her consolation. I love seeing when my father gets sick because my grandma is always checking up on him, suddenly in my eyes he turns into that new born who depends on his mother to eat, to be changed, and most of all to be loved. 

I love listening to my father and my older sister talk about the significance of the Gospel in our lives. They don't need to give you their testimony, you could just feel it. The transformation didn't happen from one day to another, it wasn't the easiest thing for my sister. I am a witness of the many blessings we have at home. I am a witness of the blessings you could get. Our Heavenly gives us an abundance of blessings and at times we're so ungrateful we don't seem to give thanks. If you ever meet a LDS Missionary, they'll ask you "How do you know that Our Heavenly Father LOVES YOU?". Trust me I've tried answering and I couldn't come up with such a significant answer, and that's weird because I always have something to say, but that question is so simple but the answer is so great you can't describe it. 
We're just learning but with guidance, we won't have the necessity of  "wanting to go back, to how things used to be" instead we would say. I've come too far, and I won't go back to how it was. 


God Loves and Helps all of His Children -
(LDS General Conference Oct. 2008)

  • "The Church welfare plan embodies this divine pattern, and faithful Church members follow it. Their offerings provide succor to the widow, care to the orphan, and refuge to the suffering." 
  • "As the Lord’s prophet, President Monson counsels: “At times there appears to be no light at the tunnel’s end—no dawn to break the night’s darkness.… We feel abandoned, heartbroken, alone. If you find yourself in such a situation, I plead with you to turn to our Heavenly Father in faith. He will lift you and guide you. He will not always take your afflictions from you, but He will comfort and lead you with love through whatever storm you face.” 
  • "The ultimate help from Heavenly Father comes to us through His Son, “for God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life.”



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