I found my way back to the river this morning. It was still dark and the stars were twinkling. I had warned my dad that I would be out there in case he woke up early and saw a light in the field. I went for exercise and came back refreshed and rosy cheeked…and out of breath!
I took my phone with me thinking I would play some worship music and have a few moments alone with God. I didn’t need my music, God was playing His. The water was fairly smooth where I stood, but I could hear where it was moving through rocks and limbs in the water, a calming sound. There was a rooster crowing, trying to wake the neighbors up and a dog barking, probably because the rooster was crowing.
I so wanted to be able to capture the image of the stars above me, but God whispered, “those are just for you to see.” We started talking then, me and God. He told me I was known, even though the world still tried to sleep, He knew where I was, He knew my heart and the desires locked tight within. As we talked I looked up into the early morning sky and told Him right out that I didn’t understand.
He was okay with that.
We talked about every member of my family, what things were going on in each of their lives that I knew about and of course He reminded me that He knew about all of them and then some more that I didn’t know about. But He was glad that I shared with Him my concerns.
And then I told Him how much I missed my mom, her friendship, her laughter, her presence. He let me cry and then He dried my tears and shoved me back up that hill to prepare for the day.
When I came back from my walk, I read the quote above. It reminded me of the stories and I determined again to make sure those stories were not forgotten. Her stories are mine now and they need to be told.
I was asked how my dad treated my mom. Oh….those stories needed to told because there are not many love stories like theirs around any more. This month would have been their anniversary. I think I’ve reminisce and write some of that story.