No! He's Ok

 

No! He’s Ok

     Mother knows her child.  She knows his cry.  What is angry or frustrated.  Mom has the ear and can discern.  Others may panic because the child sounds like it’s demon possessed.  But Mom say, “No, he’s ok.  Just one of those things.  It’s nothing.”  That’s the kind of insightful bond mothers are called to.  If this civilization is proceed further, mothers must answer their magnificent calling.

     We all have been born with a basic need to be understood.  Without it, we rage and strike out to see the blood of others hurting.  Prison is nothing if it keeps us in solitary.  Control rooms of bare concrete with excrement on the walls is no way to reform.  In fact, surrounding a soul with sticks only punctures.  So moms are quintessential in fluffing the nest of little ones.

     We are all born inbred social bastards bent on killing the next of kin in the name of selfish desires.

James 4:1 “From whence come wars and fightings among you? come they not hence, even of your lusts that war in your members?2 Ye lust, and have not: ye kill, and desire to have, and cannot obtain: ye fight and war, yet ye have not, because ye ask not.3 Ye ask, and receive not, because ye ask amiss, that ye may consume it upon your lusts.”

     I did not say it.  God, who knows our inborn character so well, declares it in black and white.  When one of His children acts up at the supermarket, doesn’t He need an advocate so that the police are not called to respond?  “Oh, he’s ok.  I’ll take care of him.  We will have a talk.”  Our inappropriateness must be understood by someone not willing to overact.  Someone who loves with that familial to agape love.

     Mothers have a big job.  In little balls of idiosyncrasies, they decode mannerisms that come to the surface.  Again, is the child angry or sad?  Who can tell except ones dedicated to peering inside?  God, please help us.  We hang on the brink of under love.  Please exalt motherhood and dimmish the other trends that war against it forcing their hearts to tear at cries given to the daycare.

     Mothers with children.  You have given the Power.  Let us call on You to provide the way.

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