Musings

I love my Sunday School class even though or maybe because it makes me cry almost every week. The class is for ladies only and is made up of a broad spectrum of individuals. Every week someone shares a story from their life that magnifies the faithfulness and glory of God.

Today a woman shared about her mom being diagnosed with Stage 4 lung cancer in August of 2007 and passing away in November of that same year. She shared about their relationship before the illness (which was rocky) and also how God gave her the grace to care for and love her mom and the many lessons she learned on this difficult journey. She shared a neat prayer from a book called "31 Days of Praise" by Ruth Myers ( a definite must get and read) and also several passages of Scripture that were meaningful to her.

All of this of course brought back memories of my mom's final days. I'm thrilled that she's with Jesus but I sure miss her here on earth! The tears flowed freely.

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This month for my devotions I've been using a wonderful little book by Macrina called "The Song of the Seed". One of the chapters this past week was "The Feast of the Awakened Child" which focused on Jesus raising Jairus' daughter from the dead in Mark 5. One of the things Macrina suggests you do after meditating on this passage is to "look underneath the age you are, and allow yourself to have a glimpse of some of those other ages. Does your 3, 7, or 11 year old child have something to say to you?" She then shares the following from storyteller Sandra Cisneros and I think it's just a delightful little piece of writing:

"What they don't understand about birthdays and what they never tell you is that when you're eleven, you're also ten, and nine, and eight, and seven, and six, and five, and four, and three, and two, and one....Like some days you might say something stupid, and that's the part of you that's still ten. Or maybe some days you might need to sit on your mama's lap because you're scared, and that's the part of you that's five. And maybe one day when you're all grown up maybe you will need to cry like if you're three, and that's okay. That's what I tell Mama when she's sad and needs to cry. Maybe she's feeling three."