This is a sacred place – this path, just wide enough for my feet alone.
Here, there is a blessing of loneliness. For this time, in this space, God’s plan holds out an invitation, all wrapped up in suffering and tears and disappointment.
And I hardly recognize the divine stamp on it, but there it is: fingerprints of Jesus and the purpose of the Almighty all over my dismay…
Dear Mom of Moses,
“It’s not about letting go,” I hear you say, “it’s about setting sail.” I let that float around in my head awhile.
I want to look into your eyes – the ones that memorized your baby’s face, and spilled over with tears. My heart weeps for you, dear mom of Moses. You, the one left with empty arms. [Read more…]