When I was nine years old, Mother gave birth to our long awaited baby sister. Unfortunately she was born hydrocephalic and only lived a few months. With a pain that lingers still, I remember watching as Mother gave Carolyn her daily bath. Next, she wrapped her in a pretty pink blanket and hugged her to her breast. A miracle happened then – not the one we had prayed for, not a miracle of healing, but a miracle of love. As Mother wrapped Carolyn Faye in the folds of her love and hugged her to her breast Carolyn was transformed. She was made lovely by our mother’s love, at least to us.
“Love never fails…It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love.”
— 1 Corinthians 13:8, 4, 13
Lord Jesus, may we never forget that Your love is all-powerful, transforming our brokenness into a thing of beauty. In Your holy name we pray. Amen.