Tuesday, June 25, 2013
Places in the Heart...
During our visit at Easter, Amanda (my daughter) and I enjoyed an outing to Black Dog Salvage, an antique and salvage shop in Roanoke. This wonderful old afghan caught my eye.... much in the same way this one did at Canton earlier this year. I was drawn to the beautiful corals and blues and greens and yellows.. and browns. I could appreciate the hours someone had spent crocheting it... and how amazing her eye for color was. But, I didn't buy it; the limit on baggage is just no fun!
Come Mother's Day, a box arrived from Amanda and the Little Men. I was touched... and delighted when I saw this gorgeous array of colors inside... and, even more, by the cards and the words from my Loves. Amanda is so good at finding the words and gifts that delight and feed our souls. SHE is gifted that way. Thoughtful. Attentive. Considerate.
You would think I wouldn't still miss her so much... The two years they were going to be in Virginia first stretched to three years... and then four... and are now closing in on five. You would think I would be used to it. I'm not.
I am very, very blessed to be close to others in our family. But, here's the thing: each child holds a place in your heart. One can never replace or overshadow the other. I've also experienced years I was separated from my son... the grief of that separation continually weighed on my heart. Doesn't mean you don't enjoy your life and your relationships with others; it just means their place in your heart aches. Aches just for them. Is filled only by them.
Truth is... separation can be more than just road-miles. Separation can be in the same room. I have a soft heart for those separated... physically or emotionally... far or near... because I know each.
Many mothers and grandmothers struggle with the ache of being separated from their children and grandchildren.. I love that there are others... the ones who are close... and who share the lives of their children and grandchildren... all the firsts... the birthdays...the sick days... the good days... the days in the park... trips to get yogurt... the pleasure of the mundane, everyday routines. To be a part of... not a visitor in... the lives of those you love.... is a true gift. For those who have that opportunity, please enjoy every moment of it... enough for those who would love to be-a-part of their loved one's lives also. I envy, but do not begrudge.
One of the greatest joys is to see your children spread their wings... and fly... then soar... And, that joy keeps you moving in the right direction. You raise them to take flight... and you thank God that they do. Still... you miss them when they fly far, far away.
In the same way our children hold a place in our hearts, each of us holds a place in God's heart... that no one else can fill... or take... or overshadow. It is ours. And, His heart delights in our presence and longs for us when we pull away. I love knowing that I have a place in His heart... that my children and grandchildren have a place in His heart...
I hope you delight in knowing that you have a place in His heart, too.
"Ignoring what they said, Jesus told the synagogue ruler, 'Don't be afraid; just believe.'" Mark 5:36
"May the stars carry your sadness away,
May the flowers fill your heart with beauty,
May hope forever wipe away your tears,
And, above all, may silence make you strong."
~ Chief Dan George
Continuing to hold the places in my heart...
blessings ~ tanna