Once, there was a woman who had an only son whom she loved dearly, though he was a simpleton and very forgetful. The mother suffered from asthma, and she told her son that if she ever had a severe attack, he should immediately give her a particular medicine kept in one of her old pouches.

One day, she did have a severe attack. A doctor was called, who declared that her case was beyond hope. Luckily, at that very moment, the son finally remembered the medicine. When he gave it to his mother, she slowly revived and, upon coming to her senses, embraced her son, tears of love flowing from her eyes. Not once did she upbraid him for putting her life in danger by forgetting the medicine until that time. She only gave him her motherly love.

My relationship with Meher Baba is that of a child to the Divine Mother who has never expressed displeasure over my failures, but, rather, continues to encourage and guide me with love. Thus, Meher Baba's Name and Form have become, for me, tender reminders of His infinite, motherly love and compassion.
 

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