got in my car...
headed east on 23.
It was 3:00 so I headed to the school hoping to catch up a little with my daughter who is a kindergarten teacher, and two of her kids (my grandkids) that are in school, just ready to end there day of learning. I have heard some negative words about my babies. Those words go deep inside me and it hurts. It has caused me a gramma type of anxiety. I have been praying for all children to be known as blessings, as children of God. Are they the test they take or are they the very way that God fashioned them? Wonderfully and beautifully made?
I am sitting in Emi's desk looking at pictures and he runs into the room, turning towards me and jumps into my lap. With his soft hair against my cheeks, we sit there snuggled close, gramma and her boy.
I can not explain to you the feeling, other than to say I never want to leave this moment.
I want to stay in this place forever, my little guy next to my heart. His face is warm and he lets me look in his eyes and not say anything. The deep brown searching my soul. He sits right there on my lap and melts...
tired from the day
tired.
As I pray over him
I know this moment will be gone.
I know I have to let him get up, move, grow, play, relax, learn....
I can't keep him safe in my lap swimming in my love, as much as I want to protect him from the world...
He has to remove his life vest
Experience the waves.
But one thing I know...
he doesn't go alone.
The more I pray, I begin to understand.
When I help him to gently remove the vest, to put his feet into the cool waters, to trust his little life to the giver of life...
I am giving him to the ultimate life guard and He will never let him go.
I hear the peaceful sounds of the waves splashing on the shores of my heart as He whispers,
"can not I who walks on water, hold what is dear to you safely in the palm of my hand?"
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