I must say that I observed that this joy seems to be a common experience at a university that digs deep, beyond the surface of our shallow humanity.
Take your pick...Texas or anywhere...Near a lamp post or lantern waste, maybe?
Kneeling there, I left them there, all of my prayers.
College boy might just think he's the one that's "free"...but guess what? So am I. Not free of being a Mom, of course. (That job is never done) But free of the things that keep me from trust...Trust in the one who trusted me in the first place, the One who entrusts all Mothers (and Fathers) with His children.
One thing's for sure, I'll carry that strong tower in my heart, until we meet again.
I'll carry the mystery and possibilities of a future filled with promise.
I'll carry the little things in life that really matter, the things unseen by the human eye.
The treasures of blessed moments and time well spent.
No words spoken, no words needed.
A statue remains but a mother's heart still beats in us all...
She more than anyone else surely knows that a Mom is always a Mom.