The Musings of a Love Connoisseur
I love love.
Although this sentence sounds strange and looks repetitive, it’s true. Writing romance novels gives me free rein to study love and people in it. There is nothing more heart-thumping than the moment the hero realizes his life is better with the heroine by his side. When in a grand gesture, the hero sacrifices the one thing he said he’d never give up because her love was well worth the cost or vice versa. It’s the moment when two people battle their demons to find happily-ever-after, within their grasp, and they take the leap.
While romantic love is what sells in boxes offices and books, there’s a love just as powerful and self-sacrificing—a mother’s love. I often had nightmares as a child. I remember repeatedly running into my parent’s bedroom and waking my mother. She’d calm me down and sit with me until I fell back asleep. While I know I appreciated her helping me, I didn’t truly understand the full sacrifice until I had kids of my own who also had terrible dreams, and I’d go and sit with them by their bed. Kids don’t fall asleep that quickly, and at 3 am, when you’re utterly exhausted with a big day ahead of you, one minute feels like an eternity.
Mothers are continually making sacrifices for their children, but you don’t find too many books written about a mother’s love. Often, it’s taken for granted, with kids thinking it’s a mother’s job or just how moms are wired. But the love that changes diapers, cleans up vomit, sacrifices their Sunday night to do a forgotten, last-minute panorama project, and loses sleep worrying until they hear their child pull in the drive past curfew, this love doesn’t expect anything in return. In fact, a mother knows the day they endure excruciating pain to bring their child into the world that the goal is for that child to grow up, spread their wings, and someday fly away.
While a mother’s love is special, God’s love is even greater.
Isaiah 49:15 asks what mother would forget the child at her breast? But, it states, even if she might forget, God will never forget you. One of my most treasured memories is sitting in a rocker-glider with my newborn baby boy looking at his sweet little face, feeling the warmth of his little body cuddled in my arms, and thinking there isn’t anything I wouldn’t do for my precious little man. God’s love is even greater, stronger, and more passionate. It’s the marrying of romantic love where the groom comes for his bride and the sacrificial love of a mother. There is no height nor depth, no angel nor demon, nor any power in all creation that could keep God’s love from us (Romans 8:38-39).
He loves you beyond fathomable because you are that precious to Him.
What an amazing love.
To all the moms out there, happy Mother’s Day this Sunday!
A special shout-out to my mom. Thank you for staying up nights with me, for the countless packed lunches, and all the spelling words you helped quiz me. Thank you for every moment of worry and every tear shed. Thank you for believing in me, cheering me on, and cheering me up. I love you.
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