This originally appeared on my personal Facebook page as part of a writing challenge I participated in to stretch my writing: Five Minute Friday’s 31 DAYS OF FIVE MINUTE FREE WRITES. This is spontaneous writing in only 5 minutes. The word for the day was “Practice.”
“Those who sow in tears will reap with shouts of joy.” Psalm 126:5
I enter the room and it beckons me. I have walked past it many times throughout the day, determined to ignore it. I have refused to entertain the memories that the sight of it evokes, but I cannot avoid it any longer.
Sighing deeply, I pull out the bench, and sit down. I gently open the lid, and slowly, tenderly stroke the ivory keys of the piano.
My eyes mist, knowing that I am a poor substitute for the boy we are both missing. With a sob, my fingertips brush the keys and I articulate for both of us, “This house has been silent for too long.”
They worked in tandem, the two of them. He, forcefully, masterfully, pounding the keys and her, thundering in response, filling the house with resounding melody and harmony.
“You miss him,” I whisper. “I know. I do, too.”
I gently caress the keys, bringing forth a melancholy sound that barely plumbs the depths of our sorrow.
It has been too quiet, for too long.
He never had to be reminded to practice. Thoughts fly quickly back to when he was but seven years old, and the piano, a gift from a dear friend, entered our home.
The boy and the piano became fast friends, spending hours upon hours getting to know each other.
Then the boy was nine, and he challenged himself to memorize every piece of music his teacher gave him to practice, and he was not content until he could play unaided and without flaw.
Then the boy was eleven, and his fingers had grown stronger and he was given complex pieces to memorize, and all the while, the piano kept in perfect step with him, a swirling, breathtakingly beautiful dance of sound.
And then he left. He chose an adventure overseas, leaving a silent house in his wake.
“It has been too quiet, but he’ll be back,” I reassure her. I close the lid and run my hands fondly over the smooth mahogany. “He’ll be back.”
“You have taken account of my wanderings. Put my tears in Your bottle. Are they not in Your book?” Psalm 56:8
“You know when I sit and when I rise; You understand my thoughts from afar. You search out my path and my lying down; You are aware of all my ways.” Psalm 139:3-4
This originally appeared on my personal Facebook page as part of a writing challenge I participated in to stretch my writing: Five Minute Friday’s 31 DAYS OF FIVE MINUTE FREE WRITES. This is spontaneous writing in only 5 minutes. The word for the day was “Wait.”
“I wait for the LORD; my soul does wait, and in His word I put my hope.” Psalm 130:5
I have always loved wildflowers. I love the mix of vibrant and muted colors, and the way they appear to be randomly strewn across the ground. It’s like God Himself reached down with His hand full of flower seeds and scattered them where He wanted a splash of color. There’s a wildness to them, tamed by no man, yet their beauty shines forth just as their Creator intended.
Have you ever seen a package of wildflower seeds? A variety of seeds are all mixed together, and you have no idea what flowers are going to grow from the mix. You plant and wait, and water and wait, and in time their distinct colors, shapes and scents are revealed for all to see.
I have an affinity for a succulent called Desert Rose. They are my favorite flowers because they thrive on neglect…so even I can grow them. They don’t bloom very often – mostly after a dry spell, followed by a few days of rain. When you are fortunate enough to find them in the plant nurseries, they seldom have flowers, and the labels don’t indicate what color flowers will appear. You take them home, plant, and wait for the surprise.
We are the same! The times we have the most growth tend to be after dry spells, or times in the wilderness. We are all in the process of maturing, and we won’t be finished until our time on earth is complete.
Look around and you will see people in stages anywhere from seedlings to mature, flowering shrubs. We love to comment on the beauty of the fully formed flowers, but aren’t as enthusiastic about the seedlings and the shoots that are without bloom. We can be impatient, can’t we? We forget that we were once seedlings ourselves.
Wait. Have patience. God is not done with them…or you.
“For we are to God the sweet aroma of Christ among those who are being saved and those who are perishing.” 2 Corinthians 2:15
“I will praise You, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made. Marvelous are Your works, and I know this very well.” Psalm 139:14
“God writes the gospel not in the Bible alone, but on trees and flowers and clouds and stars.” Martin Luther
LORD, what is man, that You regard him, the son of man that You think of him? Man is like a breath; his days are like a passing shadow. Psalm 144:3-4
I knew I hadn’t written in awhile, due to many life changes over the last year, but I had no idea that so much time had passed since I last sat down to write. It seems like I blinked, and here I am.
My last remaining grandparent left his earthly body on the 4th of July. He was 99 years old. My youngest son and I had plans to go visit him and my parents, who live in another state, in August. In the Father’s Day card I sent my grandfather, I expressed my excitement to see him soon, but that was not to be. Instead, on the night we celebrate our freedom here in the United States, he was set free from the earthly body that was worn and tired. A night of celebration across the country. Was there celebrating in heaven as well?
Come now, you who say, “Today or tomorrow we will go to this or that city, spend a year there, carry on business, and make a profit.” You do not even know what will happen tomorrow! What is your life? You are a mist that appears for a little while and then vanishes. Instead, you ought to say, “If the Lord is willing, we will live and do this or that.” James 4:13-15
My grandfather was a WWII veteran, and proudly wore a WWII veteran hat whenever he left the house. The small town he lived in during his senior years is a military town, and they treat their veterans very well. It was not unusual for him to go out to dinner and have his entire meal, including tip, paid for anonymously. When I was with him out in public, I saw how appreciative people were, often stopping to thank him for his service.
Some of my best childhood memories include my grandfather.
He and my grandmother lived on a lake when I was growing up, and he would take me fishing early on the mornings when I was visiting. He taught me how to bait a hook, cast the line, and wait quietly and patiently until we had enough fish for breakfast. We would come home with our catch, where he would clean and cook it. The two of us would eat our delicious breakfast on the back patio with a view of the lake. If the weather was bad and we couldn’t fish, he would make pancakes, and he always had strawberry or blueberry syrup in the pantry. Breakfasts with my grandfather are my favorite memories of him.
My grandfather taught me to swim, and tried, unsuccessfully, to teach me to water ski as well. He taught me how to drive a snowmobile, and told me to never say, “I can’t.” He hung a wooden swing with rope on a huge tree for me, where I spent many hours singing songs and thinking about life.
My parents and grandparents came to one of my elementary school music performances. I was just learning to play the saxophone, the very one my grandparents had purchased for my dad when he was in school. I was so nervous, and looked out often to see the familiar faces of my family for reassurance. My father and grandfather both worked in construction, and my grandfather had been involved in the building of my school. Throughout the performance, he kept looking up at the ceiling, proudly declaring it a job well done. And it was. If anything is worth doing, it’s worth doing well.
It seems that I just blinked, and he was gone.
Wisdom is found with the elderly, and understanding comes with long life. Job 12:12
My youngest son is visiting from overseas, and he will leave for a country in Africa with his father when the summer is over. It has been a busy summer, but in the quieter times, I have reflected on how quickly time passes, and have been thankful for the Lord’s constant presence and guidance throughout the years.
It is not easy preparing for my son to leave again. He celebrated his 15th birthday here with family and friends. It seems like just a few years ago he was born, the dark-haired little bundle who was brought to my hospital room. He was wrapped tightly in a blanket, and he wrapped himself just as tightly around my heart.
I blinked, and was in Mongolia at a crossroads with my ex-husband. Would our young son, seven at the time, live with him and travel or live with me near family and have more stability? I prayed and prayed, planning what I would say in my defense. When the time for a decision came, I said not a word. I could not, and need not. His father stated that he thought it best that our son be with his mother at that young age, and we would arrange summer visits with him instead. My heart rejoiced, even in the midst of the grief that I felt over our marriage ending. I knew the Lord had intervened, and I was thankful.
Trust in the LORD with all your heart and do not lean on your own understanding. In all your ways acknowledge Him, and He will make your paths straight. Proverbs 3:5-6
I blinked again, and was back in Florida, where my 12-year old son was preparing to go live with his father in Barbados. I felt like my heart was being ripped from me. It wasn’t supposed to be this way!
God hates divorce. The devastation that it causes was never meant for us to experience. We cope, and God can mend our hearts, but there is still pain along the way that He would spare us from.
I struggled with letting him go, but in the end, the Lord made it clear that he needed this time with his father, and so I had to let him go. It was agreed that he would return for the summers, but the Lord has been SO GOOD to me that He orchestrated it so that I have seen him multiple times over the last three years!
It has not always been easy, but the Lord provides the grace for everything that we encounter if we but ask for it. He is our comforter, our refuge, and our strength.
The steps of a man are established by the LORD, and He delights in his way. When he falls, he will not be hurled headlong, because the LORD is the One who holds his hand. Psalm 37:23-24
I blinked again, and now prepare to say goodbye again as he travels with his father to the other side of the world.
He has grown in ways that he would not have here with me. The experience of being educated in an international school has shaped him in ways that cannot be measured. It has been a necessary part of his development and I believe this is all going to be used by the Lord in ways we can’t even conceive. Although I miss him like crazy when he is away, I know this is God’s will for him, and that gives me peace.
Goodbyes are hard, whether we’re saying goodbye to someone who has lived a long, full life or someone who has not been with us long enough. While we have them with us, we need to love them well, pray for them often, and keep entrusting them to the Lord.
If you are facing a similar circumstance, I pray that you will seek the Lord for His comfort and His peace. I cannot imagine going through these trying times without His constant presence. He is only a whisper away. Talk to Him. Let Him in the middle of your pain. He is faithful. He will walk with you and guide you if you but ask. He loves you so much.
Trust in Him at all times, O people; pour out your hearts before Him. God is our refuge. Selah Psalm 62:8
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