God in my life, God in my lips, God in my soul, God in my heart.
Wednesday, October 14
My two sons are on the last leg of a five day, cross country drive. Last Saturday morning, my husband and I stood in the driveway and waved them good-bye. Once inside our home, I realized that this five day stretch would be the longest time we’d been by ourselves at home in almost twenty-three years. Sure, we’ve been away for some days here and there, but not at home together. Together with only each other has been the exception since having children – and what Dave calls a preview of things to come. This will end in a couple of days when our younger son flies back to resume his virtual classes at UMass, Boston. But even when neither son lives with us full time, they will always be in our lives.
Nothing can alter their presence in my life because they have taken root within its geography and chronology.
My grandmother Grace used to say that having a child meant one thing: you’ll never draw another free breath. I don’t think she meant it in a burdensome way – just fully aware that there’s not undoing it when another life enters your own.
I doubt God has drawn a free breath since life itself came to be. God in my life, to be sure. Just as true, though: my life in God.
The same goes for you, too.
And every other member of God’s beloved creation.