Some days
I just stop.
And allow myself to realize the fact that my son
Trent
stands before the Lord Almighty.
How does a mother comprehend that?
Glory
Holy
Perfection
Heaven
And then it's suggested for the umpteenth time by some naive helpful friend or foe
that I should probably get over the fanciful notion of longing to be in God's presence myself and start looking for something here to fulfill my desires.
I'm not sure which is more baffling.
Either that I would believe them
or
that my son is really there.
1 comment:
I must have been on one of my *blog breaks* when this post was first published. But, I have to let you know now, my friend, that it is so true. I hear your heart and understand just a little with mine as I read your words. So true. Amazing, baffling, and too incredible for words!! Hugs, Camille
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