Belinda's brain

My mothers day dream - The nightmare.

I dreamt I was in an alley standing with my back against a building  and facing an amusement park where the bright festive lights could be seen far off into the distance a few miles away.  The lights indicated to me that it was time to go home after a day of pleasure and play  but the main focus of my dream was right beside me. I watched a homeless woman care for her newborn baby who she kept well hidden within her shirt. The mother loved this baby with a depth of love that only a mother could understand but sadly the baby was deformed and dying. The mom knew the babe had some from sort of a genetic defect as it was badly misshapened so she felt getting medical attention was not advantagious, in fact, she thought (and rightly so) that medical professionals would only separate a dying baby from it's mother and with nothing to gain. She nursed her baby and swaddled it  then she tucked it (I think it was a boy) away into a makeshift sling she had made. She struggled to keep the baby warm and safe so she hid herself away into some sort of a greasy, smelly garage where she felt safe and well  hidden in the dark as it had minimal lighting.

As the dream continued  I saw her sitting  with her baby and I  watched people who would pass by her with  their condescending glances while making unkind utterances - you know with sounds and not with words but most especially from an old man who viciously scorned her. (He was tall, white and  sharply dressed in slacks and a  crisp collared shirt. He was bald on top with grey hair above his ears) She was viewed  by all with contempt and disgust and my heart broke for her, but not for her baby because the baby was content and had everything he needed.

*There are women who've been  invited to share in our blessed mother's grief of the cross. This is an exclusive club and it's by "invitation only".  It's about holding a dying child, an innocent child while nurturing and loving the child with all of your might as they wait to die. I came away knowing that a good and loving mother has less to do with the stuff she is able to provide but rather it's about the love and tender care you feel and extend to another  human being - it  trumps everything else. There is nothing  greater that you can do than to love as this mother has loved. As our blessed mother has loved.

* Disclaimer; When you suffer your never alone and even though it may feel as though you are.  As your sins are not considered private, neither are your sufferings. The body of Christ knows. We just know.

Lastly to my children; showing love and kindness to the people around you , the people who God sends into your path is the greatest gift  you can do as a member of the body of Christ. It's what makes us the people of God- his children, the people who he has called us to be.