Showing posts with label mother's love. Show all posts
Showing posts with label mother's love. Show all posts

Tuesday, March 31, 2020

A mother's love



There is nothing like a mother’s love.
Its intensity amazes me by the day.
I guess it starts from being the fruit of lovemaking.
And in our traditional African context, a validation of her womanhood.
The more the better…lol.

There is nothing like a mother’s love.
From the discomfort of pregnancy to labour pains
Or for some, the pain of surgery.
And with our bad health systems, the ever present threat of losing your life.
A mother’s love is literally life giving.

There is nothing like a mother’s love.
Breastfeeding and all the sleepless nights.
Which do not even end when you grow up.
She is always more concerned
and literally sacrifices her whole life so you may live.

There is nothing like a mother’s love.
Through the early years she pours out more of her love.
She moulds and forms you and prays over you daily.
She’s your first hero and the one you always turn to.
You are sure she knows everything.

There is nothing like a mother’s love.
Through the turbulent teen years,
When you are sure she’s crazy and
She is frustrated by all you are or are not.
Even then, she loves you with all of her.

There is nothing like a mother’s love.
She always believes in you and pushes you.
Through every phase of life, she is for you and with you.
And she does everything within her power
To make sure you keep going.

There is nothing like a mother’s love.
Throughout your life, she is there for you.
Nothing could take her away,
Even in death she is still with you.
She is always in your heart and mind.

There is nothing like a mother’s love.
Sacrifice, joy, sorrow, pain and all you can think of.
Her love knows no beginning or end.
No wonder God reminds us that He will never forget us
Using the hyperbole of a mother forgetting her suckling child.
There is nothing like a mother’s love.

Angela Azumah Alu, 31/03/2020
Sakumono (COVID-19 time)
Image from: https://quotesempire.com/family-quotes/mothers-love-purest-love/
 

Wednesday, September 20, 2017

A cry for mercy

A meditation on Luke 7:11-17 (story of the widow of Nain)

Oh Jesus, you heard the silent cry of the widow of Nain as she went off to bury her only son.
Hear my cry as I turn once more to you with my dead hopes, dreams, plans and desires.
Hear my cry as I run to the shadow of your throne.
Hear my plaintive cries for I am weak and have suffered long.
Turn to me and have mercy.
Bring back to life my dead dreams and hopes.
Revive my weak spirit and show me mercy.
There are so many times when I wonder if I am under punishment from you.
I cry to you all day long yet you seem not to hear.
And now all my hopes are dead.
Oh Jesus, have mercy on me.
I have been in this pit for too long.
Have mercy and turn to me.
Show your power. Bring me back to life.

Angela Azumah Alu, 19/09/17

Image from: http://lavistachurchofchrist.org/Pictures/Standard%20Bible%20Story%20Readers,%20Book%20Six/target36.html