All of the Turkey is gone, the pecan pies eaten, the Christmas tree up, the floor vacuumed and for the most part towels and sheets have made it to the laundry room.
Thanksgiving was absolutely wonderful with all 20 of my family at home for five days. Chaos of the best kind.
This morning as my son left, rather than enjoy the quiet, I felt a little lonely. The house is sort of straight, I’m looking out my back door at the beautiful green, gold and red leaves, amazed once more at the beauty of autumn.
So why the lonely feeling? My mother’s heart is praying for my children.
Perhaps your tribe is the exception, but most of the time, in the commotion of gathering for the holidays, there are un-thoughtful words spoken, expectations unmet, past wounds un-healed and unknown future responsibilities weigh heavily on hearts and minds. Each of my children carry burdens that become mine as I pray for them.
That’s called family. The issue is not that all of this takes place, because it does. What makes the difference is that after all is said and done: we are family. We are for, not against, each other. When one is hurting, all the others feel the pain. Even when there is discord we know that ultimately when push comes to shove, we will pull together to help each other overcome and make it to the finish line.
As each one left to go to their homes to face their own family trials, we sent them off with prayer and hugs all around, feeling the oneness and love of family. Arriving home they began texting about old songs that are a part of our family history. The message still rang true after all these years.
He Didn’t Bring Us this Far to Leave Us
by the Imperials
He didn’t bring us this far to leave us
He didn’t teach us to swim to let us drown
He didn’t build his home in us to move away
He didn’t lift us up, to let us down.
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Can you feel HOPE arise?
HOPE to run our race with integrity.
HOPE in the Wisdom of the Father as we seek Him.
HOPE to finish well.
Jesus Christ, the HOPE of glory!
Then I looked at my first cup of the season and smiled: Wise men still seek him.
My prayer for my family:
“Lord, as my children face uncertain futures and past hurts, may they truly realize that Wise men and women still seek You.
Today, I pray not for riches, fame or even joy for the holidays. I pray for wisdom. Because as wise men and women, they will seek you, and there they will find Your Peace, which is the answer to everything.”