So much I can’t tell you…..but surely you know.
Blue moon rises on this summer night and as I watch, I’m caught in memories
of full-moon romps,
of little boys rolling in grass lit bright as day,
calling out so we wouldn’t miss the silliness.
Calling out so we’d be part of your game.
We didn’t miss it…..I miss it now.
That’s what I can’t tell you. Still, surely you know.
This last week of days, you counting down with great anticipation and I with great dread, to the time to move on. The time to break ties, to spread those wings we helped you grow, to test your mettle in the world unknown. To unearth a little more of who you were created to be.
Do you know that even now you’re so much closer to what I hoped you could become?
Oh, but today you can’t hear it, so it’s what I can’t tell you. Surely you know?
I spy those plans swimming in your head, the hopes you have for this new chapter. You’re writing your own story now, fashioning an adventure, envisioning a future. Reaching out to grasp what waits on the other side of here and now.
What I can’t tell you, but surely you know — those plans, those hopes, the adventures, your future? God knew them all along. He laid them out, just for you. And I prayed for them, each one, though most of my pleas were for nothing more than…..
His will,
His best,
His protection,
His promise.
Nothing more.
So when the hard times bear down, when homesickness surprises, when you feel you don’t measure up, when you ache for understanding, when you fear you’ll give up……
There’s something I must tell you so that surely you’ll know.
The blue moon is rising and tomorrow, the sun, and there’s never a day you’re not carried in my heart. Never a day you’re not loved just for who you are.
And who you hope to become.
Ingrid, my dearest second mother.
This was so beautiful. You are a beautiful soul. I am grateful for your prayers and your steadfastness in Christ. Your boys reflect your inner beauty. I love you.
Oh, thank you, child of my heart. You know I love you like my own. Blessings to you as you prepare to bless others in this school year ahead!
Oh, Ingrid, with tears in my eyes I so remember those days. But you know what..that was a long time ago though it seems like yesterday. The thing is, I still have things I can’t say ….surley they know…..How proud I am of them…how proud I am of the children they have raised and are raising. Surley they know my heart still aches when they ache. Time and age never ever changes that. When they grow up we are supposed to turn them lose and let them go…I haven’t figured out how to do that yet and I really don’t know that I want to. Love never lets up with age, it just grows deeper and maybe a little more complicated, but surely they know.
Once a Mom, always a Mom, right Emily. Your kids are old enough to understand, and surely they know. Thanks for caring and sharing.
Such beautiful, beautiful words here. Heartbreaking, heartwarming, and so many, many things you truly can never put to words. I’m so honored to be your friend.
Thank you, Brenda. The feeling is mutual.
Perfection….. <3~