Time with my momma today. Got her all to myself and we did what we’ve always done – spent time together in the kitchen, caring for hungry children, being normal. Very normal, very mundane, no frills here, just living life together.
As we spent time together our talk often turned to her own momma, recently fallen with a broken arm yet to be set. I see my momma torn, in two worlds, wanting to be there, wanting to be here…
And isn’t that all of life for those in the fold?
Torn, our souls yearn to be with Him who redeemed us and yet, there are still days – moments to be lived here.
Be it mothers and daughters, fathers and sons, friends, in all of life, in everything, may we drink deeply the cup placed before us and lift it up in praise and tribute to the One in whom we live and move and have our being.