You gave me life, when I had nothing to offer you.
You met my needs, at your own expense.
You loved me when I was helpless, small... unlovely.
It sounds a lot like Jesus. Your heart has taught mine to love Him. I find that you are usually right. You have a perspective that sees beauty in small things. You have eyes that see hope. You can match the colors of the skies with the color of your soul. When you cry, God catches your tears.
You have taught me what to fight for. To listen to God. To follow him. And most of all to Love Him with all of my heart. Not to be half-hearted, not to be cold, to let everything else go, to cry a lot, a love a lot more. To soften my heart, search it, listen to it, and then to wear it on my sleeve --just like Jesus.
I was in the garden, talking to Jesus, and I looked over and saw a bleeding heart plant.
God said to me, "This is my heart for everyone. Hanging out in the open. I don't hide my heart; it is there for everyone. Always the same."
I said, "But what if people are careless with your heart? What if they take it and use it?"
He said, "People may hurt my heart every day, but no matter what, it is always there for them to hurt again... You will Always have my heart."
Wow... what love!! It's enough to make me do cartwheels!
When I say your heart sounds like Jesus', that is what I mean. Your heart is on the line for me all of the time. It is beautiful. Thank you, thank you, thank you--feels like empty words when I compare them to the amount of love you have poured into me. If I never get another gift from God, I will always be blessed for being given a mother like you.
I can't even see the full light at the end of the tunnel. But you placed my hand in Christ's, and I will never let go.
I love you.