114- It Doesn’t Love me

Kim noticed that his wife had spent a long time in her daughter Mary’s room and that she came back very happy. He asked her, "Why have you stayed such a long time with Mary?"

The mother was silent for a while and then her tears started flowing from her eyes. She then said, "When I returned from work, I opened the door very quietly and went to Mary's room to kiss her as is my custom. I was surprised to find Mary sitting crying at a corner of the room.

She ran, hugged and kissed me. I also hugged and kissed her and asked her,

"Why are you crying? Did one of your brothers hit you?"

"No."

"Is your doll broken?"

"No."

"What had happened?"

"I love my doll, talk to her, kiss her face, hands and feet and hug her. But she doesn’t kiss me. I love her so much but she doesn’t love me."

I felt that my daughter needs a heart that loves her and to a person who hugs and kisses her so I gave her longer time today to speak and argue with her.

I felt that she needs our love and care. She also needs to discover the great love of God for her.”

Then Kim asked his wife, "What did you speak about with Mary?"

"I spoke to Mary about the love of God to all of us. He descended to our world and spoke to us. He loved the children and they loved Him.

He ascended to heaven to prepare a place for us. He sent His Holy Spirit Who dwells in our hearts.

Finally I told her, "Mary, are you sad because the doll does not hug and kiss you?"

She replied, "I was, Mom."

I said to her, "When we don’t pray, we become like the doll, which does not kiss God Who loves it."

Mary knelt down and prayed,

"My beloved Jesus,

You love me and I love You.

You are in my heart and I want to be with You.

You kiss me and I want to kiss You

Forgive me because I am often like the doll, I used to forget to pray.

I did not kiss You, You Who always kiss me."

→ English translation of the story here at St-Takla.org: إنها لا تحبني.

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