The heart of love is what matters in a family

Lately I've been away from home and also from my friends in Singapore. Nothing of running away or such but just a break I took to my brother's place in Sarawak. It certainly has not been easy not having both with you at the same time. At least with one it would have been much better.
But I've learnt to appreciate my loved ones more.
This pass three days I've been reading the book "Chicken Soup for the Christian Family Soul". The first day I read it, it seems that most of the pages that I turned to has a story of a mum. In there the Lord speak an important lesson to me. I saw in those stories how much a mum would sacrifice and give the best to their children. To be there for them at home while dad works. She takes her nap when the child goes off to school and work the extra night shift to be able to support her children's education. The sacrifice of a mum is immeasurable. One can only understand when she becomes a mum herself. I saw that in my mum.

In the stories I saw how much we mean to our mum. It struck me suddenly to realised that mother's are just so precious. So many times we have place a law on our loved ones esp our family members. We "expect" them to be this and that for "their" good. Otherwise, we get angry or irritated at the way they are because they don't see our good intentions.

 

Why dun I just love them. What do I get if they get the point. Wouldn't it be better for us just to accept and love them just like our heavenly Father love us. Unconditionally. After all, our life here on earth is short.

 

What if I would not see them tomorrow, would I have been proud if I have gotten the point across to them or would I be much happier if I had just love them & appreciate them more.

 

I think I would have chosen the latter.

 

Yesterday night, my brother turn on a series in hallmark channel and it was a story about a mother who end up working as a drug dealer because she could not support the family anymore. She later came out of it when she realised how much she was addicted to it & had lost the love & time with her children.

 

We wonder how would one be so silly to give her life to such danger. Everything because of a mother's love for her children.

 

As I flip through the pages the next day, I found some words penned down by a son from the lessons his dad has taught him. It happened when he saw his little brother scribbling across his dad's prized hymnal one day. Instead of punishing the boy, his dad looked at it carefully, and sat down without saying a word.  He toke the pen from his brother hand and wrote along the scribbles made : "John's word 1959, age two"

 

How many time have I looked into your beautiful face and thanked God for the one who has now scribbled in my new hymnal?...And as I look at their artwork, I think about my father, and how he taught me about what really matters in life : people, not objects; tolerance, not judgement; love which is at the very heart of a family. I think about these things, and I smile. And I whisper, "Thank you, Dad." by Aurthur Bowler