When she sat in the chair in the corner, with the sunlight falling on her bed and the sounds of outdoors, the birds, the children and the whirring of insects came blowing in through her patio window, what did she say to You?
When she was too warm to work outside anymore, and nothing needed doing inside, and she escaped to that room and closed the door, what did she say to You?
When everything was undone and the frustration was starting to show on her forehead, she would say so little to us, but I know she found You and I know she had something to say.
When she felt the thinness of having five kids and only two hands and one heart, what did she say to You?
If I could find a path to the past, I would sit as quietly as I could and listen to my mother’s prayers.
That is beautiful.
Looks like I found a brilliant day to stop by your blog… wow.
Though my mom was a fantastic mom, she didn’t have a relationship with our God. So, can I call dibbs in dipping into the past to eavesdrop on your Mom’s prayers, too??? 🙂
She did a fantastic job with you guys, I should like to know her secrets. I certainly understand this “thinness of hands” you mention.
Tisra, if I ever figure a way to get there, I will certainly buy your passage along with mine.