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My 5 minutes on "In Between" (arguably one or two words...hmph)
It was in the waning hours of day that I lay awake remembering the day's significance. Yesterday I marked another year off the calendar of my life, another year without my mama. I'm not sentimental or morbidly obsessed with the occasion and I don't circle it in red every year.
Truth is that it is the season that so often brings her near.
It is late June and the North Carolina humidity can be brutal. The sunshine hangs on tight for a little longer than the rest of the year and a girl can get lost catching fireflies in the dim evening light. Her life seems like a distant flicker one I'm always trying to hang onto just a little more with each passing year.
Seventeen years are in between her life and mine. Seventeen years of my life's changing seasons yet her's is always summer burned into my memory. There is a teenage girl and a young woman and a clueless bride and a new mama that all fill my in between, but my mama is ever the same in my heart. She was a July baby and to me she is strong and ruby hearted.
All this time and I wonder what time would have done to her, how it would have changed her and how God would have rearranged her. How He would have grown her into a grandmother and a friend. I wish that all the in between that is filled with my growing and changing could be shared with her growing and changing.
I reset the timer for another year and the questions will always be there, the wondering that all of us motherless daughters do as the days languish into years. For now I'll soak in another day of summer, another day of her nearness that is everything about this season.
I am always on the other end of the in between and I can't wait for God to fill in all the empty space someday.
It was in the waning hours of day that I lay awake remembering the day's significance. Yesterday I marked another year off the calendar of my life, another year without my mama. I'm not sentimental or morbidly obsessed with the occasion and I don't circle it in red every year.
Truth is that it is the season that so often brings her near.
It is late June and the North Carolina humidity can be brutal. The sunshine hangs on tight for a little longer than the rest of the year and a girl can get lost catching fireflies in the dim evening light. Her life seems like a distant flicker one I'm always trying to hang onto just a little more with each passing year.
Seventeen years are in between her life and mine. Seventeen years of my life's changing seasons yet her's is always summer burned into my memory. There is a teenage girl and a young woman and a clueless bride and a new mama that all fill my in between, but my mama is ever the same in my heart. She was a July baby and to me she is strong and ruby hearted.
All this time and I wonder what time would have done to her, how it would have changed her and how God would have rearranged her. How He would have grown her into a grandmother and a friend. I wish that all the in between that is filled with my growing and changing could be shared with her growing and changing.
I reset the timer for another year and the questions will always be there, the wondering that all of us motherless daughters do as the days languish into years. For now I'll soak in another day of summer, another day of her nearness that is everything about this season.
I am always on the other end of the in between and I can't wait for God to fill in all the empty space someday.
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