Only Bright Smile Must Appear on Mother’s Face

When the mother and the child were passing by a candy shop, the child started pestering,

“Mummy, I want candy. Candy!!”

“No. Since mommy’s got no money, I’ll get you next time.”

“Candy!! Candy!!”

Without concerning her words, the child kept on insisting.

The mother’s face hardened.

Once the child pestered, she wouldn’t stop.

“Mommy said, I got no money! Stop pestering!”

“Waahhh!!!”

The child sadly cried after getting a spank on her butt.

Sensing her mother, the child stopped crying.

Though the child stopped crying, the mother started to cry..

“Mummy. Don’t cry…”

The child wiped the mother’s tears with her hands and cuddled in her mother’s arms.

After few days, the mother and the child passed by a toy shop.

Feeling sorry for the last time, the mother asked the child.

“Have anything you want me to buy for you?”

“No Mummy. After you’ve got a lot of money you can buy me one!”

Considering the child’s age, she should have behaved like a child.

But the child already became mature, which made the mother feel bad.

After that very day, the child never asked her mother to buy something for her.

Not even once…

Though I can barely remember that incident, my mother always wipes her tears whenever she tells me about that day.

During hard times, I can imagine how heartbroken she must have been not being able to buy even a candy or a small toy for me.

Though ten years have passed, she must have regretted so much because she moves into tears whenever she talks about that day.

The painful memory engraved in my mother’s heart makes my heart feel bitter.

“Mother, don’t cry no more.

I am a happy person who grew up with your love, and that love retains in my heart.

I earnestly hope that only bright smile can appear on your face.”

 

 

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Mom’s Day

Mom’s Day

5:00AM - Rise, take shower, makeup

6:00AM - Prepare breakfast and lunch

7:00AM - Wake my husband and children, pack lunches

7:30AM - Give dietary supplements to husband and children

8:00AM - Wash dishes, tidy up kitchen

9:00AM - Do laundry, clean up the house

10:00AM - Go to work

5:00PM - Buy groceries after work

6:00PM - Cook dinner

6:30PM - Prepare supper for my husband

7:00PM - Prepare supper for my daughter coming home from school

7:30PM - Prepare desserts

8:00PM - Wash dishes, clean all the mess, prepare ahead for lunch tomorrow

9:00PM - Fold and iron clothes

10:00PM - Prepare late snack for my eldest daughter coming home from work

11:00PM - Wash dishes, Have conversation with my children

12:00PM - Cleanup the filthy bathroom and organize laundry

1:00PM - Finish arrears of work, keep household accounts

1:30PM - Bedtime

This is Mom's 24 hours.

Though I try to imitate what she's doing, I can never get close.

365 days, every day, for 24 hours, she works for the family.

Every day, for 24 hours, every year for 365 days, for 6,000 years,

Heavenly Mother works for us.

A Half of a Fingernail

Being clumsy with the kitchen knife, I had a day when I almost cut half of my finger nail preparing a meal.

My finger wouldn’t stop bleeding, so I quickly put gauze over it and tied it up with some rubber band. By the time I almost finished preparing the meal, my hand was burning and sore.

As my tears that I held back dropped down my eyes, someone flitted through my mind.

The One who saved me with His precious blood…

“My Father.”

With that thought, I engraved God’s unfathomable love in my heart.

Even cutting almost a half of my fingernail approaches me as a fear of pain.

Having His whole body full of blood, how much pain would He had felt?

The pain that I had removing the gauze that wouldn’t just come off easily that clung on the skin, cannot be compared to Father’s pain; taking off the robe forcefully that clung on His body all covered with blood.

The reason why He did not open His mouth when He was oppressed and afflicted,

The reason why He did not open His mouth like a lamb to the slaughter,

It is for my transgressions, my iniquities, and to bring me peace.

After I, myself have experienced and felt the pain, my heart burned realizing God’s love towards me.

The One who loved me until His whole body was all sore,

The One who loved me even enduring the mockery of His creation,

With what kind of word from this world can we describe Father’s greatness?

Not even once, but He had endured twice, of the stinging pain of His whole body.

How can we dare know the end of God’s love for the sinner?

For God’s love, that nothing can exceed, I give all thanks with my whole heart.

 

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God the Mother giving love

 



First of all, I would like to give thanks to God the Father and God the Mother for allowing me to realize Their true love.

When I first got the truth and received a lot of care from brothers and sisters in Zion, I thought it is natural to receive love and sometimes, I even felt a little hurt when they did not pay attention to me.  However, since I am in the position to give love rather than to receive it, I easily got in trouble suiting every member of the spiritual family.


Then, I could realize that this whole situation had me understand the true mind of Heavenly Father and Heavenly Mother.  Our Father and Mother have endured and suffered everything just for the love toward Their Children for a long time.


In spite Christ Ahnsahnghong and God the Mother sincerely care and love all our Heavenly brothers and sisters, I rather hurt them with arrogant mind.  I truly give thanks to God for allowing me to realize my shortage and lack.

Just like God the Father and God the Mother who never give up on us, I would also like to become the one who cares each and every brother and sister with earnest mind, waiting patiently to give love to them.

I eagerly desire to go back to our everlasting Heavenly hometown with God the Mother, wearing the perfect robe of angel.



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God the Mother is the best medicine

 
A few days ago, son lied to me but was sharply scolded when the truth got out.  He started to lie at the age 12 because he got scared of his mom and dad since then.  At his confess, my heart ached so much and I tried to hug and love him a lot, hoping to fix his bad habits.
 
One day, he wanted to sleep with me and dad because he felt scary being alone in his room.  Then, my husband bellowed at me, blaming that I am raising him just like a baby.
 
“It’s going to be emotionally tough and scared at his age.  We’d better cover his mistakes and keep him warm to ride out this situation.”
 
Finally, he agreed with me and since then, our couple has tried to have a conversation with him as much as possible before the bed time.  As the day got colder, the room became warmer than the living room so we decided to sleep in the living room.
 
All of us could have a nice talk together every day, lying side by side on the floor.  Listening to the new song, I embraced his face and asked him lying next to me.
 
From now on, let us stop bad behaviors like lie and continue to please Heavenly Father and God the Mother by loving all the more with mom and dad.”

This boy grown up so quickly enough to wear the same size of his dad answered, “Ok” and then threw himself into my arms.  Being with him, God the Mother suddenly came into my mind.
 
Now I think I know why She came down to this earth and is grabbing each hand of every child to give Her unconditional love, without rejecting all pains and sorrows.
 
The best medicine to cure all disease of our sins should be very “You- God the Mother.”

 

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Words that I really wanted to tell

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

My parents had me quite late in their age.

That is why I was embarrassed with them since they were far older than my friends' parents.

Being shameful, I did hurt my parents'hearts many times with harsh words.

I wonder how hurt their hearts would have been with an immature daughter.

Despite of all that, my parents had been through all hardships to send me and my sister to college in narrow circumstances.

Since my father only graduated elementary school, and my mother graduated junior high, they said that they had nothing else but their children.

They always told us to study diligently and not to get into hot water.

Though they didn't want us to worry about money like other ordinary children, they secretly wiped their tears for not being able to make us grow well-off.

As I and my younger sister grew up, my mother did all sorts of work; like working in the fields.

And my father went abroad, to Chile,Russia, Laos, and many other countries, with his skill of making charcoals.

He stayed there shortly for one month, in long-term for many months, and returned home with his income.

While making charcoals, because of the massive heat and light, his skin was darkly burnt.

When there were times when he had serious accidents, we all had our hearts in our mouths.

He said he had difficult times in Russia because of the severe cold weather.

Feeling sorry to see my parents enduring all hardships, I even thought it was better for me to give up my studies and get a job.

But I thought the best way to be filial to them is being diligent with my studies.

With their extreme love, I am now expecting my graduation.

Now that my parents are old, they quit working, and there are no parts of them that's left unscathed.

Nevertheless, they are the ones who worry about me, telling me to stop worrying about them, to take care of myself, and not to skip any meals.

Whenever they say those words, I burst into tears.

Though they are enduring more pain and sufferings, they are always worrying about their children.

How much would our Heavenly Father and Heavenly Mother be worrying about Their children?

For me, it is unimaginable.

These days, thinking about my physical parents and Heavenly Father and Mother, I cry like a baby.

Sometimes I move to tears by just hearing the words; "Father," or "Mother."

To my physical parents, I truly want to tell them that I am really thankful to them for raising me up well in difficult situations, and I want to tell them that I love them.

 

And to my heavenly parents...

Heavenly Father, thank you for finding your children throughout the most painful situation.

Heavenly Mother, thank you for praying and for living a life with your children without a moment of rest.

These are truly the words that I wanted to tell You all.

 

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Washing with my own hands

My hometown is in the countryside.

If I wanted to go to downtown with a bus,it takes good 30 minutes to reach the bus stop.

My parents had a lonely life without any brothers or sisters.

Because of this, they just loved children,and I was the youngest daughter among their eight children.

No matter how tired my mom was with farming, she thought we; her daughters, will always do the housework after we've got married.

So she wouldn't let us help her with the housework at all.

Though I was raised in a farm village, I have never uprooted anything at all.

It was all because of my parents' fervent love.

Before washing machines were commonly in use, there were many neighbors gathering and hand washing their laundry at the well side and the stream bank of the village.

I envied them with a child's mind; when they were hand washing their clothes in suds, next to their buckets full of laundry.

Sometimes I secretly followed my friend and washed some of my socks.

Whenever that happened, my mom scolded me a lot.

I hated her because she never praised me for what I did.

This winter, the cold wave came more frequently than usual.

Constructively, the washing machine couldn't go in the bathroom of our house, and had to be installed in our yard.

When the weather became cold, the washing machine wouldn't work.

By the time my children's laundry piled up,I couldn't ignore but had to wash them with my hands.

In the beginning, I enthusiastically washed them since, it was fun and I felt great seeing clean clothes hanging on the line.

As time passed, my back and shoulders were so sore, and my limbs felt so heavy.

I couldn't help but kept on saying"Ouch!"

The pain was unbearable, so I went to the hospital for physical therapy.

Lying down, when I was treated, I suddenly thought of my mom.

Because I was raising my children, even though sometimes I didn't, I just had to do the housework.

Although it was only for few days in a helpless situation, it was surely strenuous.

I, myself could use hot water, but I don't know how my mom managed to wash all that laundry in a severely cold weather.

Hunkering down and washing those clothes,how much would have her body ached all over?

Her frozen hands must have been so sore...

After having a few days doing the laundry with own hands, I was so thankful and in a way I felt so sorry for not realizing my mom's sacrifice, and for not considering her love.

Even till now, though they are aged, my parents are still working diligently to give out everything for their children.

I feel more anxious when I think of my parents who have lived their entire life, bearing all their hardships just for us.

I eagerly want to deliver them to the arms of Elohim God.

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Even during times I forgot

Seven years ago, I came to Illinois to work as an intern.

That was about the time I had to graduate from high school.

Seeing new people in an unfamiliar environment surely frightened me.

And every time I had to go through that situation, it was my mom who comforted me the most.

Whenever I was in pain or had hard times, my heart felt much lighter after talking to her on the phone.

As many days have passed, and as I got used to the place, I hardly ever called her.

I rather was frustrated when she called me while I was hanging out with my friends.

I had my cellphone number changed, but because I considered her calls inattentively, I postponed telling my mom my new number.

Then one day, I received a call.

“Hello? Who’s this?”

The person on the phone didn’t reply.

When I was about to hang up the phone, I heard a weeping sound.

“Who’s this? Who are you, and why are you crying on the phone?

“It’s your mom…”

“…………………………………….”

I couldn’t possibly call her “mom.”

“Sweetie, do you know my heart was in my mouth? I thought something awful happened to you.”

“M..om..”

With a sobbing voice, she said she was so anxious because she thought something happened to me.

She even called my former dorm prefect, and asked my friends back in my high school, but no one knew my new number.

Asking here and there, she finally got my number and got me on the phone.

I couldn’t say anything because I was so sorry.

Even when I lived without a blink or qualm, forgetting all about her, my mom continuously worried thinking that I might have had an accident or was hospitalized.

Worrying about me, she couldn’t eat or sleep.

And when she managed to fall asleep, she always had nightmares.

Hearing her on the phone, I realized how mean and an immature daughter I was.

I was also a mean and an immature daughter to Heavenly Mother.

Living in this world, I turned away from Heavenly Mother and forgot all about Her, and made her worry extremely.

But She always prayed for me and waited for me to return.

I truly feel so sorry to Heavenly Mother.

I want to stop being a troublemaker and become Heavenly Mother’s joyful daughter; who always listens to Her voice.

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