The doctor’s stethoscope picked up the heartbeat as she held her breath and listened.
The sound seemed to whisper . . . .
That’s my heart, Mama. Please take care of it.
A tiny hand encircled her finger as she held him close to her heart. Heartbeat against heartbeat.
That’s my heart, Mama. I’m trusting you with it.
His little toy had been taken away and he was not a happy baby. Screams let loose while his little foot stomped.
That’s my heart, Mama. Please help me learn to control it.
The milk had spilled all over the table as he tried to pour it himself.
This is my helpful heart, Mama. Please don’t yell at me.
She was in first grade and heard her little friends laughing about her dress. A tear slipped down her cheek.
Here’s my hurting heart, Mama. Help me learn forgiveness.
He had taunted another friend and now his heart rebuked him.
This is my sinful heart, Mama. Teach me how to say “I’m sorry.”
In her hand were daisies and violets. These are for you, Mama.
They are from the love in my heart. Please take care of them.
With eyes so bright, he told her his hopes and dreams. Hoping she would listen.
That’s the secrets of my heart, Mama. Please don’t laugh at them.
Her test was hard and so she peeked at the answers. But it only made her heart hurt.
This is my cheating heart, Mama. I want to know how to ask forgiveness.
With tears in his eyes, he realized he needed a Savior. Kneeling, he repented.
I’ve given my heart to Another, Mama. Thank you for taking care of it for me.