A surefire way to break a Mama’s heart?
Write a note like this during rest time and tape it to a favorite picture:
|“William misses Annie. I want her to come back.”|
It stopped me cold. Because we all feel it.
This missing her doesn’t get any easier. We all long for her to be here.
He gave me a little smirk when he gave it to me and I recognized the look.
It’s the look I feel on my own face when I try to describe how I feel. There just aren’t any words and whatever words I use seem inadequate somehow.
And as I was taking a picture of his note, I glanced over and saw Kate’s paper from church. She had learned about this story* and retold it to me famously. But as I looked at it next to William’s note, I couldn’t help but feel like the man who had been beat up.
Sometimes I just want to wrap myself in bandages because I am hurting so deeply. And I wonder if this bleeding of my life will ever end.
Will I heal?
What will my scar be like?
Do I trust the Holy Spirit with my wounds?
And then, I read just the words I need: