I get it now. Life is a constant flow of energy. We breathe in God's love, and we pass it on to others. The endless waterfall is fueled by Him and not by us.
Then, she guessed my age, "What are you, almost 40?" (Bless her little heart!) "Well, a bit past 40." "Oh, then, it's time. Isn't it fun. Once you hit 40, things go downhill."
I worked through the mystery of saying goodbye years ago. Those were difficult days. I was lost in the differences between my two roles-mom to kids and mom to adults. I'm no longer confused.
Being a bridge for a new beginning when your kids move back home.
For those feeling the smack of the paddle, throw yourself off the table and keep rolling!
Is the battle lost? Lost and found came in the wake of the reality that my ‘baby’ was approaching 18 and my time as a certain type of mother was ending. He is now 20, and doing well. I am now even more lost than found; I wonder if there will come a day that …
If it were that simple, this world would look very different. Love is hard friend. It may not be easy to love what others deem ‘unlovable’ and difficult to love.
While we are so busy dissecting our flaws, God is watching and wondering, “When will you know that you are the most beautiful thing to me?
When I started this blog series, I was completely convinced that my daily routine would change to something unrecognizable because my mother duties would drastically evolve into the unfamiliar. Today, I am keenly aware that nothing has really changed at all.
Hope is that last thread by which we dangle over the pit of uncertainty. Hope sees you through to tomorrow. Hope lifts the falling spirit of a broken soul. Hope rescued me.