If
I live in a house of spotless beauty with everything in its place,
but have not love, I am a housekeeper . . . not a homemaker.
If
I have time for waxing, polishing, and decorative achievements,
but have not love, my children learn of cleanliness . . . not
godliness.
Love
leaves the dust in search of a child's laugh.
Love
smiles at the tiny fingerprints on a newly cleaned window.
Love
wipes away the tears before it wipes up the spilled milk.
Love
picks up the child before it picks up the toys.
Love
is present through the trials.
Love
reprimands, reproves and is responsive.
Love
crawls with the baby, walks with the toddler, runs with the child,
then stands aside to let the youth walk into adulthood.
Love
is the key that opens salvation's message to a child's heart.
Before
I became a mother I took glory in my house of perfection.
Now
I glory in God's perfection of my child.
As a
mother, there is much I must teach my child . . . but the greatest
of all is "LOVE."
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