A mother and her young son were together in the kitchen making a cake. The mother was happily remembering similar times shared with her other children when they were little. She began to think about her grown daughter who was now in a distant country. She missed her. She thought about how much this little boy loved his big sister and how close they had been. In a matter of minutes her thinking had plummeted from bright contentment to a kind of maudlin musing. The hum of the electric mixer seemed to lull her along in this dreamlike attitude.
Becoming more and more pensive, she began to wonder if her daughter was safe and warm and happy. She was filled with a yearning desire to see her and talk with her and hug her. She shut off the mixer and, turning to the child, asked him, "Do you miss your sister?" Looking up in surprise, the little boy answered quickly and cheerfully, "I don't miss her. I love her."
The depth and sweetness of the response penetrated her dreamy sentiments like a laser beam. She thought of what the Bible says: "There is no fear in love; but perfect love casteth out fear." John 4:18. She then returned to what she had been doing with the kind of relieved and happy feeling one gets when the sun suddenly breaks through on a cloudy day. She felt sure her daughter was safe in the loving care of her Father-Mother God. Some time later a bright and newsy letter from her daughter arrived, describing happy and enriching experiences that had occurred on that very day.