The day of May 12th

This morning, this Mothers Day morning, I sat in the living room with the sun streaming in and sipped my Tim Hortons coffee that my husband got for me.  Slowly the tears started to run and I couldn’t stop them, I didn’t want them to stop.  I want to remember this time in our lives as bitter-sweet perhaps.  Of better things to come and memories created from just such a few short weeks ago.  I could blame my feelings on menopause and the hot/cold nights I spend trying to sleep but even so, it doesn’t matter because the feelings are still very much tender and I want to embrace this time as strange as that reads.

 As a mom today I was reflecting on my children and retrieved a ‘note’ we were forced to write when we were attending a Vineyard church years ago.  I didn’t know what to write so I wrote what was near to my heart.  Here is a very small exerpt from that. 

‘My heart aches for my children.  It hurts to see them going thru stuff.  I really pray that You’d bless them!’

I know they are blessed today with people in their lives who richly love them.  I take pride in my children and their spouses (and spouses-to-be). 

 

Now I shall continue with the day and rejoice in the good things.  My husband and dog are waiting for me so we can go outdoors and perhaps clean the fish pond and go for a walk. 

 

Till next time and other 'good things'.