A mother is a bit of sun in the dark of the room…, said, once, an inspired poet, to honor this unique figure that the Creator chose to receive us on Earth.

The is still so much darkness in the rooms of our soul… that any little sun makes true clearing of hope.

There are so many uncertainties, so much fear, so much hatred, so many vices… a midnight, that seems frozen in time.

The time of darkness seems to pass slowly… Or not.

Some people give up everything, but then they discover that it is impossible to escape from themselves, and the dark continues… Continues…

But God does not want the darkness, indeed, for Him, it is only the light that is not it yet - to be lumen.

Therefore He sent the world mothers… Soft rays of sun in the darkness of our lives.

The love of a mother, of the true mother, is the closest that we find of the love of the Creator, which is why it is so luminous.

At first it receives, it welcomes - whoever they may be, without judging, without questioning, without measuring efforts.

This love sustains, forsakes not, cares, looks, breastfeeds, protects.

Later it guides, educates, directs, teaches.

Many times it rescues, helps, supports.

And, while doing it, without asking anything in return, shows the world how to love.

The ray of sun, besides illuminating, causes in each one the desire of being light, as if we remembered that we are made to shine or made to love.

Who goes through the experience of motherhood is never the same.

Has the opportunity to live the love in an absolutely charming degree.

Many hatred of centuries shatters through a well attended motherhood.

Ancient heartbreaking lose forces, day after day, on the moral scale of this kind of love, a love that does not go back, that is never forgotten.

Even living several lives, you will always remember this woman that is today your dedicated mother. They are loves which are recorded on the screens of the soul, such as the painting of the great artists, of which will never be forgotten.

They are photos that we take with the heart and collect throughout the centuries and, as more albums of mothers we have, the more grateful we are to life, to the Creator.

Mom is a bit of sun in the dark of the room.

And anyone who does not embrace this mission with the seriousness and passion that it deserves, loses invaluable chance of existence.

Loses the opportunity to serve the world like Christ so well did, without self-interest, without selfishness, without any pride.

To carry someone in the arms, while this someone does not know how to walk yet, is great act, a divine gesture. It is also symbolic.

Symbolizes the love of the one who is greater, by carrying the smaller one, not debunking, humiliating, but promoting him or her later, at their time, teaching them to walk alone.

Jesus did that with us. Jesus is the older brother, at the same time, father and mother, by experience, and  by the security that He transmits.

He is still with us, and smiles thrilled every time. He perceives the greatness of love in the heart of a mother in the world.

Spiritist Moment Team.
February 4.2015.