Knit and Pray

Sunday, April 10, 2011

Home Again


Sweet Husband did it again.
Sent me and precious daughter—via silver wings—to visit my son and family in Kentucky.


Aunt Mindy on left... her niece, my granddaughter on right. *sigh*

BUT... at every turn--going and returning, Mindy and I found help, graciousness, friendly exchanges, and awesome stories. Some experiences came from total strangers, others from selfless family. Dear Heart’s son took time to drive us to the airport and lift our bags. Precious Daughter’s son met us on our return to lift our bags and drive us to meet up with Dear Heart. Skies were friendly, planes were on time, storms did not last long, passengers lent helping hands, bags arrived at proper places, and sleep came easily.

You see, there are times when a mom must  physically SEE her children. It is wonderful to have phone calls, old-fashioned letters, birthday cards, special delivery flowers, e-mails, and I-M / Skype conversations; but those aren’t enough. Moms can’t know for sure unless she touches, hugs, holds, and looks into the eyes of her children.


...including a rousing game of Corn Hole in perfect weathert....

And I got to do that last week. Three whole days.
With my two birth children, daughter-in-love, and beloved granddaughter.
In person.
Together.
Offering praises.
Being blessed.
Food, fun, games, and TALK.
Hugs, stories, giggles, and TALK.
Holding hands. Praying together.
Talking to God.
Tossing corn bags, cooking, washing dishes, listening.
Together.
Family.
And, I eavesdropped on my own son’s conversation with our Father God.

How good it was.

Oh... and a little post script.... my son's wife loves my writing and my son is a history buff, so in an effort to entice me back to my novel-in-progress they took us on a side trip around the block from their new home to the restored historic Black Acre. Oh WOW. Maybe come summer, I WILL continue the adventures of my fictional slave families on their search for freedom....

the writer at a real spring house... 1802 to 2011. WOW

 
So. For a few hours, in addition to fun and adventure, I was privileged to see, hear, and watch the innermost spirit of my children and my heart is calm. And being home again is good.


Slowly Walking the Road to the Cross,

Liz

6 comments:

  1. I am so glad for you sweet friend! What a sweet blessing you have received!

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  2. I can relate to having to SEE your family. Prom was this weekend and Avery was beautiful. My sister, God bless her, flew in from Ohio to share in the festivities. I miss her.

    Love,
    Beth

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  3. Dearest Liz,

    I love having the picture of you at the spring...so you, and now I know what all your "daughters" look like so that I can picture them when you speak of them. This is a real plus for me. Thank you so much.

    I missed you when you were away even though you were still in contact. I am happy you are back with Dear Heart.

    Love you,
    Dawn

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  4. Thank you, ladies. You delight my heart. It is gooe home and the laundry is almost done. Another plus for modern techie stuff... I COULD stay in touch with my cyber friends a little bit. Special blessings on you for taking time to stop by. Liz

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  5. And this – this is why I read moms – this got to my heart, “Moms can’t know for sure unless she touches, hugs, holds, and looks into the eyes of her children.” And “Corn Hole” – haven’t ever tried that one before. I’m really glad I got a chance to come by today. I always heart your stuff.

    God bless and keep you and all of yours.

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  6. Thank you, Craig. Hope the move goes well tomorrow... am praying. And to all my readers... if you aren't following Craig's Love Blog, you are missing HUGE blessings of praise and worship right on your computer.

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