I can smell roast beef cooking as I type. Roast beef was youngest son's birthday meal request. As of today I am no longer the parent of any teenagers. I survived umpteen years of them. Probably of more significance is that they survived me. :)
I'm enjoying some solitude. James Taylor is playing on the computer. Well, he's not playing on the computer exactly; I'm listening to him as I sit here. He has a very soothing voice.
This day was a turning point in my journey 20 years ago. I nearly died in childbirth. I had something akin to a near death experience. I don't talk about it much but it taught me that we can never know the state of another's soul. Three months later, while youngest son was still making his beautiful newborn cry, I sobered up and turned my heart towards God. It felt like the biggest leap of faith - like there would be a foot or two more air space than I could leap. What I couldn't have predicted was how far God's arms are capable of reaching.
And here I am 20 years later.
Still being held.
Celebrating with you, Hope!
Continued peace in and through you...
A happy new year to you Hope.
Your survival then and now has surely blessed many of us. Thank you.
Preach it sistah! Those long, loving arms...who'd have guessed they were so all encompassing?
Happy Birthday wishes to the prodigal son.
I love those words...the image you paint with those final sentences is the best and most cherished of my heart.
Thanks! And congratulations on your surviving...and theirs.
((((Hope)))) Happy birthday to your son. I guess it's like a birthday for you too!
A blessed New Year to you and your family.
I used to be so full of presumption (some of it as informed by my particular brand of protestantism) but as the heart of Catholicism reaches increasingly into my heart I find I agree more and more with the truth that none of us can know the state another person's soul nor how huge the hugeness of God's mercy is. Peace be with you and happy birthday to your dear child.
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