I wanted to run right there.
But if I did I would miss the details of the view.
I would miss some of the bends, the beauty, the growth.
I wanted her to already be here, the song bird.
But she is taking longer than I thought, or wanted.
But, it will be worth it.
Valuable treasure, yet not end all.
We stand on edge, closer than before-
But still feeling far away from other shore.
Water seemingly slipping through fingers, through toes-
Yet, held within boundaries; outside of our control.
Nothing I can do to make it happen.
Me, learning I am not all I thought I was.
Asking Him to uphold and to help hope.
Struggling to not feel foolish or lonely.
Trying to be happy for other’s good news
Grief is a strange thing; one moment fine, the next sad, then joy brimming, then angry, then peaceful, then a mix of all ingredients.
Glad some understand.
The way home has taken longer than I thought.
Twists and turns, on hills and in valleys; somehow birthing a beautiful dance.
A strange, new, and unusually lovely dance.
Trying not to fight the Lead,
but learn to follow with some grace (and hopefully some dignity) along this winding, bumpy way.
Grateful to be on this path.
Learning much, deep love.
Yet looking foward too.
To the Day- the other country.
The End and Beginning rolled in one.
Pain no more.
Making all things right.
Oh, glorious Day.
Hebrews 12:13-16 (The Message)
“Each one of these people
of faith died not yet having in hand what was promised, but still
believing. How did they do it? They saw it way off in the distance,
waved their greeting, and accepted the fact that they were transients in
this world. People who live this way make it plain that they are
looking for their true home. If they were homesick for the old country,
they could have gone back any time they wanted. But they were after a
far better country than that—heaven country. You can see why God is so
proud of them, and has a City waiting for them.”