Think of me!

• A College student used to visit Mother's place quite frequently. One day, while taking leave of her he suddenly said, "Mother, I am no good for this place; I am unfit to come to you. I am saying goodbye forever!" He quickly left the house. Mother ran after him, caught his shirt, and pulling him toward her she put her hands on his shoulders. Looking at him eye to eye she said in a firm voice, "Whenever any disturbing thought comes to your mind, think of me. Don't worry!" With those words she let him go. While going home the boy repeated Mother's words over and over again: "Think of me; think of me; think of me." He couldn't forget those two beautiful compassionate eyes of the Mother. Constantly he thought of those eyes of the Mother and those words, "Think of me."1*
  
  1*He became a monk later on and led a very exemplary life.
  
  Source: Teachings Of Sri Sarada Devi The Holy Mother”




Sharing the sorrow

• A young mother residing close to the Holy Mother’s residence at Udbodhan, lost her only son prematurely. She naturally became disconsolate and wept piteously day and night. The Mother learnt about her bereavement and felt extremely sorry for her.
  
  One day the bereaved mother came to the Holy Mother’s house, and as she was climbing the stairs, the Holy Mother said affectionately, ‘Child, you have come! I have been thinking only of you.’ Saying this, she went forward and sat down on the steps with the bereaved mother who burst into tears.
  
  Seeing the young mother weeping for her lost child, one of the monastic attendants of the Mother said, ‘Why do you bother the Mother with these mundane matters? Don’t you know that she is the Divine Mother, Brahmamayi? One must ask Her for pure devotion. One must not talk of petty worldly miseries and happiness.’
  
  Deeply hurt by these words, the Holy Mother said, ‘No! No! Don’t say that. Let her weep. In whose presence will she weep if not mine? She has lost her only child. Oh! She must definitely weep to her heart’s content so that her agony may become less. You are a monk and yet, do you pray to God and weep for pure devotion? She is weeping now for the child. Finally a day will come, when she will actually weep for God.’
  
  Source: Vedanta Kesari