Wednesday, May 18, 2011


It seems he knows me.
He said my name and knows the name of my husband and child.
But what else he thinks and knows and feels is a mystery.
The only thing I know for sure is that I love him.

Her heart is frail and out of rhythm.
Her mind is sharp though sometimes her vocabulary falters.
She determinedly continues on, strong beyond her body.
She loves and prays and endures.

I am their firstborn grandchild.
Swimming and fishing and playing and crafting are my memories.
They are my prayer warriors and my advice givers.
I do not know how to do this and tears fall from six eyes.

Frailty is not in the original blueprints.
Someday God will make all things new. He promised.
Vocabulary and vigor return.
I'll know how to do that and so will they.


Kork said...

hugs and prayers my darling friend...

Marc and Megan said...

Those are some beautiful words, expressing some tender feelings. Thank you! I also wanted to thank you for the thoughtful comments you always leave on my blog! I appreciate hearing your thoughts and feelings, especially since it seems like you understand many of the same emotions that I'm trying to express. I'm so glad to hear that you loved 'The Shack' too... such an inspiring book! I'm sure that the author was inspired himself as he wrote it. That is so neat that you got to meet him and have dinner with him!

You'll be in my thoughts and prayers on Friday... I hope a new wave of healing comes washing over you. You're handling your situation with such grace.

Anita said...

What a beautiful tribute. You are so loved by them and they absolutely know how much you love them in return. "Doing this" is very hard and I know that none of us really know how. We just need God to walk ahead of us on this path and show us how. You are a very gifted writer my dear.