Today’s prompt from Lisa Jo is SEE! Five minutes, no editing…here we go…
I see a mother whose belly would have been rounding out by now, full of life.
I see a father, so proud of his son, but so broken because he is now gone, putting one. Foot. In. Front. Of . The. Other.
I see a brother, still so young, missing his little sister and in the same breath loving his favorite toy, embracing life but feeling the empty spot in his soul, not even having words to describe how it feels.
I see a husband faithfully loving his wife through the broken. Serving her, feeding her, praying that she will someday see the sun again and emerge from the darkness that covers her soul.
I see so much pain. I believe God sees it to.
I see a Savior, with hands bloody, who sits down in the midst of the darkness and weeps with His broken children. I see Him gently tending the wounds of the soul, whispering words of hope – This. Is. Not. The. End. I have overcome. Believe in Me and you will have life.
I see men and women walking through the deepest dark, clinging to the One who makes all things new in raw faith that feels so small.
I trust I will see the day when Jesus will redeem all our pain and sorrow.
Seven years ago today I heard your first cries and held you in my arms for the first time and stepped into this new adventure of motherhood. Today, you are big and strong and learning and growing so much. More than anything, I want you to know the truth about yourself, about my love for you, about the fact that you were created by a God who knew you and loved you before I even knew you existed.
My constant prayer for you, my strong seven year old, is that you will live by these truths, that you will speak love and truth to those around you, that your laughter and joy in life will keep pouring over into everyone you meet. Be a truth-seeker and a truth-speaker, son. Be brave and courageous, knowing that God is with you. And that I will always love you.
(linking up with here with Lisa Jo)
The silence has been deafening here, no? It has to me. So as a way to break the silence I am joining up here with five minutes on my lunch break. Five minutes on Grace.
A definition: “disposition to or an act or instance of kindness, courtesy, or clemency”
I need so much of this beautiful stuff, the stuff that enables me to keep breathing when it feels like the weight of life and responsibilities are pushing in.
For myself, most especially, I find. When others are running late or don’t quite delivery, it feels easier to give grace there. But when I fail, when I let myself or others down? Well, lately I’ve been bringing out the whip and flinging it over my shoulders, over and over again.
It has to stop. I don’t think I’m the only one either. All us mommas, us women, why do we beat ourselves up and refuse to love ourselves just. as. we. are?
I have a little faded piece of a sticky note on my bulletin board at work with this:
“Grace must find an expression in life, otherwise it is not grace.” – Karl Barth
Today, I will give grace to myself even as I seek to extend it to those around me.