Today I attended my niece’s wedding. It was beautiful. As I looked at her beautiful face and I saw the strand of pearls she wore that belonged to my precious Mom I smiled. They were perfect. They were a special Christmas gift to my Mom from me and my siblings. She asked that we keep them before she passed away so all the girls could wear them on their wedding day. I missed her today. But her love was felt by all of us. Grandma is proud Cassidy Jo.
A Mother’s love is draped over her child as a covering of protection and strength. Tucked in tightly here and there to leave nothing exposed. The mind, to safeguard against ungodly things. The feet, to strengthen the long journey ahead. The hands, to prepare for a life’s work. The heart, to soften for the acceptance of love.
The covering of love has been anointed by the Holy Spirit. It’s been given the wisdom of God. It knows when to un-tuck a corner, and when to tuck another corner in even more tightly. A Mother’s love is not perfect. But it’s pure and loyal and beautiful.
The day comes when that Mother shall take her last breath. She is gone now. Where is the covering of love? Is it also gone? Oh no, it will never leave. This is when the mantle of love reaches it’s maturity. It comes full circle now. That love shall cradle the child, bringing strength and comfort. A Mother’s love spans all generations, and death has no hold on it. A Mother’s love, it is miraculous. It’s passed from generation to generation.