I was brought to tears in church today.
It's her last Christmas with us.
I've never seen such beautiful worship.
She closes her eyes, barely able to mouth the words, in deep adoration.
He opens his mouth to sing and a yawn finds its way out.
She raises her hands the highest of all in the congregation this day, fisting the air with strength.
He sinks into his seat, slouching, kicking his feet up onto the top of the seat infront.
It hurts her to stand up so long, pain begins to show itself in her face. Eventually, she must sit down.
His mother pulls on his shirt, forcing him to his feet.
He doesn't know.
The craziest thing is that she was smiling. She's joyful. Excited! She can hear the angels, taste the Savior. She's ready.
Maybe Jesus comes for us when we're ready. Like Andy. Like this bald, weak little lady.
Her husband, knowing her days are numbered, is singing "God with us." God with us.
How do you say goodbye to someone you love?
Lord, bless us who are broken this holiday season.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment