Two weeks ago, I got a text that Mrs. Peterson passed. I couldn’t get out of bed, I wept; but how exactly does this God operate? I finally find a woman I can call mother and He takes her. Mrs. Peterson was the definition of a good woman, she was my angel in human body; she was love personified.
At her night of tribute, I sat behind the crowd in a well-decorated ballroom, about a hundred people were present, I was so sad I felt my heartbreak with each heartbeat, I covered my mouth with my palm as I wailed and sweat trickled down my face; I used the helm of my black gown to wipe my face. Why her? She wasn’t generous to me alone but to several others alike. Everyone wanted to share about her but we had run out of time, her sister mounted the podium and said, “One thing we can all agree on is the fact that aunty was kind and she loved. Even when her act could be considered foolish, she still loved regardless. She never looked down on anyone.”
Just as the woman said “Aunty loved”, I suddenly developed goose pimples, then God said to me, “I love you.” At that moment, I received understanding on why and how God had brought Mrs. Peterson my way. God wanted to teach me what love felt like since my home was unstable so I didn’t have to look for it in the wrong places, seeing as several ladies search for love in their love-partners but never find it.
Jesus is love, and it was His love for man that made him die for our sins. He loves us so much that He left heaven and came to earth to reconcile us His bride to Him; He is our King, the mediator for our wrong acts. When we accept Him, He comes into our hearts and we begin to express Him for others to see, which was what Mrs. Peterson was doing. She was just expressing God’s love from her heart to man. I also now understand that a man can never love another until he or she has experienced Jesus. There are little things we can’t do for people not to talk of die for another man you don’t even know. When Jesus was going to the cross there was no guarantee on investment, He wasn’t told how many will believe in His name, it was a blank cheque. However, He took the risk and gave us a choice. We choose either life or death.
Jesus was a reckless romantic! He just loved uncontrollably, no boundaries; white or black, tall or short, young or old. I then realized Mrs. Peterson just gave me the baton to continue on earth the example of love she had shown me and even do better than she did. Such enormous task of Love.
When I got home, my head started to ache from the tears and sobbing, I used an analgesic. I brought out my bible from my brown messenger bag and opened to first Corinthians 13:4 NLT version.
“ Love is patient and kind. Love is not jealous or boastful or proud or rude. It does not demand its own way. It is not irritable and it keeps no record of being wronged. It does not rejoice about injustice but rejoices whenever the truth wins out. Love never gives up, never loses faith, is always hopeful, and endures through every circumstance.”
This is love and this was the standard of love I’m to abide by, by the grace of God. God is a God of order, sometimes; He makes us go through some challenges to help us understand certain things. I needed to understand what love was before entering any relationship prematurely; even though it took years of experiences to get to this point, I’m grateful for the encounters and lessons I’ve learnt, especially from Mrs. Peterson’s life. It would have been a disaster entering any relationship without understanding what love meant. My relationship would just be a replica of my father’s.
It is late, I need to rest so I wake up early for work tomorrow. Goodnight.
To be continued next Thursday at noon.
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