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My heart bleats about how tragic it is to not know the love of your mother. How well meaning family members did not speak the story and thereby left out even just a hint of love. Love, it is the core of who we are. It's how we were created and it's what we search for. Parental love is the mirror that provides little glimpses into the vast reservoirs of our heavenly Father's love. We as parents take up the pen everyday and write part of the love story on our children's hearts. It's written through playing blocks, riding bikes, swimming at the beach, and snuggles at bedtimes. It's written in guidance, consequences, and prayers around the table. This man was missing the vital pen of His mother and it's story of love upon his heart.
It left his story and his heart broken. Yet, there is hope. For even if our earthly story is broken there is one who can "restore what the locusts have eaten." He can transform the evil for good if we would only let Him. He can take our story and make it part of His story and the result is breathtaking. We no longer become identified by our losses but by our Savior. Where before we were a broken vessel, a piece of cracked clay, marred by sin and it's consequences. Now, we are a living transformation produced by His love. We are a masterpiece being formed by the creator's hand.
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