Crushing On A Single Mother!

Dr. Jarlath Uche Opara
Jarlathuche@gmail.com

I looked at her son, the image of his mother came afresh again. So beautiful, so adorable, her gait and carriage breath-taking. So compact and enviably endowed. Unarguably an effigy of a mother so pure, so faithful and responsible. She stood tall in everything good my mind could ever imagine.

Years ago, her only son was falsely accused of an offence very abominable. Conspired against, even in his innocence which was obvious , he was dragged to the mud, disgraced, shamed stripping him naked and paraded through the market square, chorusing thief! Thief!! Thief!! . Three days after, he died on his hospital bed where he was being treated of the bruises, wounds etc sustained. A lose so painful, so sad the heart of the mum was shattered and broken , this woman my heart crushes.

Left alone to mourn her only son, after the death of her husband years before, the desire to live weaned, being weary and sad about life generally the only dish on her plate to savour . She seemed inconsolable, but inside her, her calm and serenity of mind awesome.

There was no day that passed without her savouring for hours the presence of God, basking in his grace, mercy and joy.

Life happened to her so gruesomely, but her approach to it very disarming. Life happened to her so dastardly, but her self effacing nature covered the pains and made her glow and dazzles like a shinning star at the dead of the night.

She was the mother of one snatched from her so early, untimely in a very sorrowful manner. Nevertheless, he stood tall over and above million children.

His death left indelible imprint, singing songs of victory, liberation and deliverance to his generation and beyond.

This mother of one that my soul crushes, so humbles me, challenging me to let go all forms and manner of sin. She is beautiful, the cynosure of all eyes. She is amazing in built and carriage, turning eyes around to catch a second glimpse of her.

Her aura top-notch belittling for want of better words the most beautiful in the world of peagentry

Many thought she would get soaked in depression, sulking and whimpering over the death of her only son. In the contrary she gladded herself with love, forebearance, piety and faithfulness , looking unto God the author and finisher of her life.

Many who passed or still passing through such pains of hers but found them difficult to over come and let go, saw her as their hope, a beacon of consolation. Before too long her home became a pilgrimage of a sort.

They would come, sat under her teachings and intercessions. She would counsel them and ignite in them the hope gone hopeless, beaming light of consolation on their desolate and inconsolable mind. She remains to my eyes that rose of valour, the fragrance too sweet to that mind that seeks for purity , holiness and godliness.

She is my crush, the woman after my heart. She is that single mother that never allowed the pains and arrows of the death of her only son drive her to depression, hatred, grumpiness and faithlessness.

She is my crush, the woman so dear to my soul, her thoughts daily pour into my heart the oil of gladness and the balm of Gilead. She is soo beautiful, her beauty makes my soul yearn for her virtues like a deer that pines for a running fresh water.

Though the woman my heart crushes, many have turned her into a demi god, seeing her as the begining and end of whatever they are passing through. My crush isn’t God . She is just a special person favoured by God in a very unusual manner never seen before.

In her lies no primary power to do anything, whatever she does for people through counselling, intercession are God’ power and grace incubating on them. Each day that passes my crushing increases for her. My limit I am very conscious of lest I turn her into a God my heart won’t resist to worship.

Always will she be my crush, with boundaries, curbing overzelouness that will bring to an end possible idolatry in this heart that crushes. She is human, specially favoured not a God to be worshiped! My crush ! Beauty so radiant! Virtue so unstained! Piety so unwavering! Compassion so soothing! And love so boundless.

If you know you know. If you don’t keep imagining!!