O God, what offering shall I give
To Thee, the Lord of earth and skies?My spirit, soul, and flesh receive,
A holy, living sacrifice.
J. LANGE
My grandson came home yesterday morning. I cannot express the Joy that surged through our being as the word passed from one family member to another. For six months we all missed his presence, his words, his being. We may know that they have to leave the nest to become great men and women in their communities, but it doesn't make the process any easier or less painful.
There is something so aching whenever our heart is missing a piece. A seat at the table that remains empty day after day. A sequence of everyday normalcy that they performed and we took for granted.
This reminds me of a movie I saw many, many years ago as a young woman. It was a love story of a man who loved this woman, but she never saw him in that light, because she was in love with someone else. Her mother told him to come over every single day and say hello to her. She told him that he was to become like that kitchen table that is seen and used every day. We are so used to that kitchen table that we forget it's there, but take it away, and suddenly we cannot live without it.
When my son left to go out into the world. I never realized how much he helped me or how much I needed him. Once he left, it was so difficult to go about my daily routine without him. I quickly learned all the things he did to make things run more smoothly.
It's funny that we need for our loved ones to go away before we truly realize how much we love them, need them, miss their presence. For some of us, it may be the last time we actually see them. Don't allow that to happen. Don't allow pride to keep you from telling someone how much they mean to you. Coming home doesn't have to be an awkward or painful experience. Open your hearts and let love in. Let them come home.
Have a blessed day everyone.
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