I’m sharing a personal message today.
My heart is full. We enjoyed a family celebration in honor of my ‘caboose’, who leaves soon on a mission. Rich blessings have trickled in since my husband’s layoff, allowing his participation in important events such as care of our son after heart surgery. Miracles occurred in both diagnosis and recovery. Now the floodgates have opened and a new adventure begins. The story is much too long and a summary feels inadequate. I wouldn’t call this poetry, but indulge me in a few words to capture a measure of my emotion.
Changes
Saying goodbye is made easier
when care is entrusted to the Lord.
Son leaving for missionary service,
gone for two long years
just as husband’s new job, new city
After eighteen dry months,
manna from heaven.
5 comments:
This IS poetry and it's beautiful. Thank you for sharing. And where is the new city??
Sacramento, CA. It's a temp contract for now but it could also lead us back home to offices in Utah.
A very beautiful sentiment, Renae, and I know how you feel. I don't have children but my younger brother--on of my best friends--just got his mission call and will leave in a couple of months. It's going to be really hard to say goodbye, but I know I'll get through it, as you are. Thank you for the poem. :D
That's great Renae!!
So much in so few lines. Wow. Congratulations in so many ways and good luck with the move!
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