A Mama’s Prayer
I didn’t know what to do with it.
I’ve been cleaning lately. January is a good month to de-clutter and I’m doing it. I didn’t quite know what to do with a little piece of baby clothing I came across. A little kimono. White flannel with tiny sleeves and neck. My babies used it–I can see a creamy stain by the neckline. The flannel is dotted with little balls–a sure sign it has been washed numerous times. I didn’t know what to do with it, so I left it on the counter in the laundry room. I would not use it for a polishing cloth, no, my babes slumbered in it! I didn’t want to give it away. My grands who live near me are far past needing it. Do they even use this type of garment any more?
Both were my own special dolly.
Every day as I passed the laundry room, I saw that frock lying on the counter. It reminded me of being a new mommy, sometimes not knowing what to do for a fussy baby. Mostly, I remember the overwhelming love I had for each of my two. Both were my own special dolly. They grew and they changed. Had children of their own.
They have the same soul inside.
As I contemplated that little piece of cloth I decided to pray differently for them. Though they are giant sized compared to the nightie now, they have the same soul inside. I prayed, not for the adults they are now, but who they once were. Helpless. Needy of me, their mama.
Their soul and hearts still need their mother’s prayers.
They don’t need my physical care any longer…but the little nightie reminds me their soul and hearts still need their mother’s prayers. So I think I’ll keep the precious piece of fabric to remind me to pray. Until I’m no longer here on earth to pray…..
Mamas, does seeing a tiny garment that your own little one wore, bring tears to your eyes? I’ve been weeping since I began writing this…and I really don’t know why…..I looked up mother in my concordance and came across this gem in Isaiah 49.
Can a mother forget the baby at her breast
and have no compassion on the child she has borne?
Though she may forget,
I will not forget you!
Isn’t that promise amazing? As if we mothers could forget….He promises what’s impossible for her…to ever forget. I’m resting on that promise.