In a wave of emotion, Hank had laid the letter on Mollie’s worn bible. Having it visible brought him some comfort. Her quiet time in the morning had always been her first priority. She did her best to be up before the birds and before the pitter- patter of little feet could be heard, and she continued this practice into the teenage years of their children. Thanksgiving Day went by like any other day. The pain in his right shoulder, instigated by too many falls off horses in his younger years had caught up with him. No amount of whiskey or Ben Gay brought relief. He settled himself in his easy chair and prepared for what might come from reading the letter.
He had been afraid to read the contents, and as he slowly read each word of the sweet simple letter, years of pent-up emotion spilled out like a dam that had burst. The tears came from the depth of his soul where nothing, nor no one could reach in the past few years. After a matter of minutes he was able to gain his composure and took in a few deep breaths. He felt as though a weight had been lifted and a sense of peace overcame him. So, Kayleigh and Libby were following in their grandpa’s footsteps. He recalled the times he played the fiddle for the girls when they were just toddling about, sometimes following him into his workshop where he spent numerous hours building and repairing violins.
He had not been in the shop for years. When Mollie departed, he lost interest in music, his reason for living was gone. Gone was the laughter, the singing and the smell of bread baking in the old stove. Why, he had asked God over and over again. Hearing of his granddaughter’s interest in music sparked a light within him that hadn’t been there for a long time.
He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds.
Before Hank called it a day, he decided to check his mailbox. There was rarely anything worth even checking for except for the normal bills. But, since there would be no mail the next day, he hiked to his mailbox and pulled out a small assortment of envelopes and headed back home.
He sat down in his rocker, the same one Mollie had used to rock and soothe their babies. Two boys and one girl. As he scanned the mail, one of the envelopes caught his eye. It appeared to be written by a child. Although written in cursive, the slant of his name was much exaggerated. He looked at the return address and it said, Abby Brown. He was shocked! He had heard nothing from his daughter for three years. His hand began to shake and his heart began to pound. He got up to get his glass and fill it up before he opened the letter. He couldn’t bring himself to open it. All of a sudden a wave of remorse hit him.
The wolf will live with the lamb, the leopard will lie down with the goat, the calf and the lion and the yearling together; and a little child shall lead them.
My heart has been moved after finding out that a young mother whom we have only met one time, lost a child, in a car accident not too long ago. When I heard this my heart has been silently crying for her. As Mother’s Day approaches and many of us are thinking of a loved one, I am thinking of the one’s that are grieving for a child that they will see no more. The following are spur of the moment words, from my heart.
let me, put me, on the shelf, Lord
and put pity party aside
put worldly and empty chatter
and walk along your side
take away the vanity
and all of the insanity
thinking I am so entitled
to what, really
does not matter
let me, put me, on the shelf, Lord
and may I walk with those in pain
may I put on Compassion
which often is not the fashion
for these trying and dark days
put me, on the shelf, Lord
and my selfish desires be put away
so I will see with new eyes
who needs a helping hand each day..
So I write with heart-felt words for those that hurt and are in sorrow, for a loss, or for a prodigal child that you are missing.. I weep with you today…
carries me high
above earth’s troubles
the things, that make me cry..
off to high places
where i can look and see
people who are broken
just like you and me…
life is not easy
sometimes it’s tough
feeling like we muddle
through all of the stuff..
but when our hearts are tender
that’s when we can be strong
a time to embrace life
with the will to go on…
just for today..i will be still…i will be quiet..i do have a will…that can take me away…it doesn’t have to be far…it’s where my thoughts settle, it’s where my thoughts are ….i can find beauty…wherever i am …in the dry desert…in the white starkness of snow…i choose to not let darkness prevail my soul…on the sunny side of life… i will set sail…and off i will go… r gould
It has been a difficult week of a few of my friends. You know who you are and your hearts have been broken by loss. So in my own way I think of you and I can’t wrap my arms around you but my thoughts wrap around your hearts…to bring comfort. On a humorous note I noticed that for a few days I had not been receiving any posts from you my friends. Talk about being cut off from the world. It seemed strange and it was only just a short time ago that I decided to check my spam and there they were. Why, I don’t know but I found you. (: Life is secure now.. Lol! I want to welcome new followers here at this blog. I love being able to connect with people who have a passion for life, photography, writing, cooking, traveling and enthusiasm for being creative. Today I am thinking about loss and gain. Sometimes pain will bring us to a place of depression and discouragement. We have all been there. We have the experience but we don’t have to stay stuck there and so we push through it. So choose to fly friends, choose to set sail in whatever manner it may take in your thoughts.. Be kind to yourself and do not hurry..Take in the beauty and the calm of what your eyes see and hear the songs of what nature sings to you..