I was impacked by this story. A mother had given birth to twins, a boy and a girl prematurely. There is always a risk a baby will not make it when born prematurely. This was so with the little boy. The doctor gave the “dead” baby into the mothers arms and left her alone with her husband. The mother laid the baby on her heart, the father put his arms around him keeping him warm with their body heat. The mother spoke to her baby and told him how much he was loved and about all his extended family that he belonged to. She continued speaking lovingly and tenderly. The baby began to breathe and move. The doctor said “No, he is dead.” But the little boy lived and is now a healthy five year old. There was life in the words the mother spoke over her lifeless child. As we show love and speak love it brings life. This speaks to me of a saying that love is stronger than death.
This mother and father expressed their love through touch. The baby was held on the mother’s body close to her heart. It was a familiar sound to him, as he would have heard it in the security of his mother’s womb. The touch of the father’s hands brought warmth and security.
When our children were born the person who held them after the nurse was their daddy. He welcomed them with his voice and strong hands holding their small bodies. There was someone strong who was going to look after them. I had carried them for nine months but when they were born from the safety of the womb, into the big world, their daddy was there to hold them and take away any fear.
Love takes away fear. Love takes away selfishness. Love lays down ones life for the other. Love involves sacrifice. Love is not self seeking. Love never fails. Love is patient. Love is kind. Love is not jealous. Love forgives wrong.
I try to be a loving person. I often fail. But because I experienced God’s love when he reached down and healed me of Cancer I am able to love more than before.