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July 1, 2013: God's Grace
(The following is a guest post by Patty Johnson. In her preface she is referring to my June 23th blog post entitled "Fear")
I saw your blog today and wanted to share one of the
poems/prayer I wrote yesterday when Julian was sleeping in my arms. Written for all mothers:
By the grace of this sleeping baby, I know God's love,
Who is this little miracle that lights up my world from
morning to night?
Who does the cherub cheeks and silky skin, beautiful baby
His eyes so pure and smile so warm...
His love apparent...
My heart is saturated by the idea that I am needed by him
Why am I so blessed to mold a little person into a young
man some day?
Who is this creation of God? He touches me so deep within that my nightly
fears of any possible harm brings pain
so deep, I can barely breathe.
His breath is my breath.
His cry is my worry as forever it will be, his love is my heart and his
pain is my anguish.
Dear God. Thank you for this baby of blue eyes that are
like ponds and seas And red lips are like strawberries
Please God, let me never live to see him harmed or
pained, protect my baby and let him understand the depth of my love
someday. Teach me to care for him like
he deserves. And show him the way to a
life of your love.
So Baby has graduated. Yes, it is true. The last Lane boy birdie to leave the nest. And the weekend has been nothing short of a whirlwind of events, from baccalaureate to party to commencement. All in about a 24 hour span.
After we closed the final night of festivities with a celebratory beer and wings with our extended clan, I finally laid in our comfy bed ready for some well needed rest. Carefully reflecting on our weekend of chaos in our soft quiet, Garrett asked how I felt. He knew how much I was looking forward to this milestone for Grant and for me.
"What was your favorite part of the weekend?" he asked.
Without hesitation, I knew my answer.
"Definitely the setting up for the party with Scott, Kat, and the boys. That was definitely the best."
Garrett probed further, as I am sure he thought the beer and exhaustion had an undue influence on me.
"Really? How so?"
As we lay in the dark, I went on to relive the 2 hours of chaos in our home before our 15…
A picture is worth a thousand words. But let's start with six...
"And they lived happily ever after..."
I bought this little sign more than seven years ago. It caught my eye at Target while shopping for milk and kitty litter on a weekday school night. The boys were in varying grades in school and I was single-handedly running my daily household.
Recently divorced, I was also dating a man from Denver. Garrett. Our relationship felt like forever, but the 550 miles between our homes was a stark reminder that our long-distance relationship was more like a fairytale than reality. We were reminded of this frequently by the people who knew us best.
"Guard your heart. Long distance relationships rarely work out."
"You are both good people, so be realistic in where this is going."
But the funny thing about love is that no matter how practical-minded or mature your mindset, your heart guides you to places that are scary to others, but quite comfortable for you…
I vividly remember being asked as a child to describe what I hoped to have accomplished by age fifty. This thought was inconceivable to my young mind.
"Fifty? That's ancient!" or something close to that was my roadblock to answering this question. So I answered with the stereotypical; married with children and grandchildren, living in a comfy home and....knitting by the fire??
But here I am almost to this milestone. The big one. So what are my thoughts now with my more mature forty-nine-year-old mind?
"I made it!!!!! YES!"
Yep, I'm thrilled. I can truly say that I have never dreaded a birthday or wished to be young again. Every wrinkle is earned and with every new ache, a reminder to enjoy the good health I have today. Reversal is not an option.
A wise person once told me that getting older was much better than the alternative. I have always held this thought close to heart. Every day really is a blessing.
This birthday will be celebrated taking in the bea…