Most everyone knows the situation with my mother. She is a lot like a dementia patient. In fact they pretty much consider her to have dementia due to and “accident” or stroke. I mentioned earlier how she was so independent and strong, a go get’er type of person. Now she requires 24 hour supervision and needs numerous medications to help with multiple symptoms from anxiety to depression. It was really hard to deal with the sudden change in her. She went from making lunch for the whole family on Sundays, watching her grandkids, working 2 jobs (because she was bored) to wearing diapers and never being left alone for fear of her harming herself, like a 2 year old. At first we were told full recovery and a timeline of 6 months to a year. After that came and went… you start mourning the death of who she was. Yet, you’re reminded every time you see her. It’s like seeing a ghost. You’re reminded when she doesn’t call you on your birthday. And every Sunday when you’re getting out of church and thinking about lunch and you remember when it was a “no brainer” because mom always cooked.
God has always brought songs into my life at the most perfect times. Come with love reminds me that I am always His child and He not only knows my Birthday, He knows every hair on my head. He gave this song to Matt and me during a time that was really depressing. Satan was trying to convince me I was all alone and no one cared about me. I had no father and my mother only remembered me on a good days. It’s comical to me that I could possibly feel “alone” with 4 children! This song will always be particularly dear to my heart and any time I start to feel alone I listen and He calls me and showers me with a love no one could ever compete with!
You come with love, in the beauty of your holiness. With love you call me to your side. You draw my heart and you shower me with tenderness. Your loving arms are opened wide.
And so I come, I come with tenderness. And so I come, I come with love.
When the night is falling and the day is done, I can hear you calling, “Come” I will come while you sing over me.
When the night surrounds me, all my dreams undone, I can hear you calling, “Come” I will come while you sing over me
When the night would hide my way, I will listen until I hear you say, “How I love you child I love you, how I love you child, I love you. How I love you!”
“How I love you child I love you, how I love you child, I love you. How I love you!”
When this life is over and the race is run. I will hear you calling, “Come” I will come while you sing over me.
“How I love you child I love you…”
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GrerGdYNQ9A&list=UUR9Ryk6Cts2aJGrRZu6ZMIA&index=18&feature=plcp
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