Reality slaps me in the face hard
When I go to Mama’s hospital room
Mama’s 85 and she’s little and frail, shaky and weak
The reality is, even if she gets better, her life here isn’t forever
Then I go to retrieve photos from the external drive
Photos of grandbabies now far away
and the one still nearby, who grows and changes every day
When the computer crashed, it didn’t save them all
The reality is, the things in this life aren’t forever
And I have the urge to cry
Or maybe to yell, “Stop!” and try to make time freeze
As if by my shout I can make mamas not get old and frail
Or make children and grandchildren stay small enough to rock on my lap
In the quiet of the evening
I make myself go to the Strong Place in my spirit
The temple where His Spirit dwells
I climb up on His lap and let Him wrap His arms around me
and I let the tears fall
and I tell Him
Papa, this life down here hurts so at times
He bends low and listens
And He lets me cry
On His strong shoulder
Still following,
Elizabeth
And He says, 'I know, my child - I understand. This world hurt me, too!' Prayind that you will feel His mighty arms holding you close.
ReplyDelete~Adrienne~
This is precious, Elizabeth and I know
ReplyDeletejust how you feel. Without Him life
would be unbearable at times.
Oh, Elizabeth, I read every word with a heart of complete understanding.
ReplyDeleteWell spoken. You have such a way with words.
oh elizabeth, i'm climbing onto that lap with you. there is comfort in knowing others feel this brokenness too... a communion of sad saints... and one day, new heaven, new earth, and mamas made whole again. so much love to you. thank you for linking. xo
ReplyDeleteLoss is so hard. And being able to sob and scream at God is ... well, it's just how you described it :)
ReplyDeleteThis is so touching. And so true. Thank you for sharing this....
ReplyDeleteOh me, this is priceless--I have a friend who speaks of wrapping herself in the folds of Jesus' robe--such security, such calm, such peace in a changing world--a world that will NOT slow down--I have a couple of grandchildren that are grown up and that is blowing my mind--how can that happen to young, vibrant me? smile
ReplyDeleteYour writing--always beautiful, always poignant!
Don't ever stop.
Love,
Dianne
he is always there to catch us when we fall...we try to hold it all together, and when we break, he is there...
ReplyDeletebeautiful words here...