I want to tell you something.
Come closer.
Good.
Look deep into their eyes; memorize the color, every hue that changes with their mood, the lines on their face, the tilt of their grin. The beauty mark on the lip, that caused shaving casualties. . .Memorize the full eyebrows singed many times by the fire. Bathe them in prayer. Run your hand through their thick red hair, or over their nicely shaven one in preparation for boot camp. Hold their hand and run your fingers over the growing, over the stretched skin, now rough from mans' work. . . just because.
Remember. Don't ever forget.
Listen to their tales, watch endless you tube videos. And sit and play those dreaded x-box games. Make their bed and clean their room with love and notes to encourage them. Pray with them and over them. Fill their tanks with gas. . .just because. Bring their books, lacrosse gear, lunch money, homework, projects, glasses, back pack, permission slips, wrestling shoes, mouth guard, socks etc. to school. . . just because.
Remember. Don't ever forget.
Listen to their tales, watch endless you tube videos. And sit and play those dreaded x-box games. Make their bed and clean their room with love and notes to encourage them. Pray with them and over them. Fill their tanks with gas. . .just because. Bring their books, lacrosse gear, lunch money, homework, projects, glasses, back pack, permission slips, wrestling shoes, mouth guard, socks etc. to school. . . just because.
Because some day you won't anymore. Whether it is because they are grown and gone, or they are taken from you too soon. And those opportunities are to never be. . .ever again.
Go to their games and sit in the car with many smelly boys. Breathe in deep. . .into your soul. . .just because someday you won't.
Take off work early and go. Be there with your kids. Spend time with them. Listen. Hear what they have to say. Their words do not always convey what their heart is really saying.
Be there. . . Just because.
Just because, life can be unpredictable.
Revelation 21:4
He will wipe every tear from their eyes.
There will be no more death' or mourning or crying or pain,
for the old order of things has passed away."
Davy #24 of Thankfulness
Be there. . . Just because.
Because. . .time marches on. . .
Just because, life can be unpredictable.
Revelation 21:4
He will wipe every tear from their eyes.
There will be no more death' or mourning or crying or pain,
for the old order of things has passed away."
Davy #24 of Thankfulness
I am thankful for:
Conversations with my boy
Blue eyes that changed with his mood
A messy room
Moments that left me wondering why I ever became a parent.
having the opportunity to watch him graduate
him saying goodbye and giving me a kiss before he left, one last time
the lessons learned through the struggle
that he won't have to watch his father go through chemo and radiation
the first snow
those who gave that we have heat,
no endless trips to the woods to fit in between all the chores
food to eat
a warm house
Shelter from the wind
friends who love my little girls and let them make candy canes
chats with my step daughter, gosh I wish I were closer
the quiet of the farmhouse in the morning
knowing as Sunday morning dawns again without my boy, God is holding us in the Palm of his hand and this community of close friends, acquaintances and even strangers will not let us forget that.
On Christ the solid rock I stand. . .all other ground is sinking sand.
Conversations with my boy
Blue eyes that changed with his mood
A messy room
Moments that left me wondering why I ever became a parent.
having the opportunity to watch him graduate
him saying goodbye and giving me a kiss before he left, one last time
the lessons learned through the struggle
that he won't have to watch his father go through chemo and radiation
the first snow
those who gave that we have heat,
no endless trips to the woods to fit in between all the chores
food to eat
a warm house
Shelter from the wind
friends who love my little girls and let them make candy canes
chats with my step daughter, gosh I wish I were closer
the quiet of the farmhouse in the morning
knowing as Sunday morning dawns again without my boy, God is holding us in the Palm of his hand and this community of close friends, acquaintances and even strangers will not let us forget that.
On Christ the solid rock I stand. . .all other ground is sinking sand.
I read your blog every day and I amazed at your faith. Even though you are mourning - your writing lifts me up. God bless you and your family. I pray for your family every day. Thank you for sharing your faith.
ReplyDeleteThank you. We are so grateful for the prayers.
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