Love, is not like skipping stones
Bouncing and skimming, from one to another
I see how people love, like that
Falling to hurt and blaming the other
(My heart knows, and holds true love)
I learned in the journey, guided from above
I skimmed, across some hearts in life
Some hurts, some tears, some trouble, and strife
Then I heard, about a man, who died for me
Upon a cross, beaten, and tortured, upon a tree
His love, dripped blood, his tears, pure and clean
A love, so true, so deep, and free
A love, like this, I had never known
My loves before, were skipping stones
And now, this rock, this peace, down below
Has given, me strength, His love, I know.
Deep love bleeds, true love loves.
So I walk stronger, and so I will love.
We live our lives messy, lost in the crowd
Lovin’ and stumblin’, and singin’ out loud
Smilin’ at strangers, if they’re lucky enough
To catch us, our glimpses; we walk proud and tough
Once in a while, we remember and see
The beautiful faces, God made us to be
Stop long enough, to gaze at reflected
Eyes that were once full of hope, resurrected
Stand still and wait, for a moment in time
And let Spirit’s breath, clear away tangled mind
Undo, untangle, renew and restore
God’s plan is true enough, not to ignore
He gave us salvation, His son bore the pain
And so I kneel down, gather strength, again.
There is beauty in hope. Hope is beautiful. God gave me eyes to see and when I catch it in my vision I am lifted and my heart sees grace.
What is it to spend time with someone? To share your news and be excited to see that person? But it’s more valuable than that. This is the time to build into the current experiences of life. To enhance the now and feed into the beautiful tomorrow’s. To offer life and hope. To cry and lean into one another. To offer strength or admit weakness. To be real and to live in the present reality that now is not always easy. But we are always loved and God is always good.
Pictures, pictures. Snapshots. A moment captured. And shared. It’s that all we see? Or do we catch the sadness in their smiles veiling captivity? Moments shared. Edited. Perfect. Yes? Or, I think, no. I’ve done it too. Nothing judged only sadness cued. My prayer for you and all of us too, is that we spend time cultivating reality too.
I am adopted, yet I don’t carry that word around like I did in my adolescent years. As the days and years go by I find that I catch hold of a truth that would never be realized by chance alone. The wisdom I gain is given by God at just the right moment and time.
This particular week leading up to mother’s day, I learned of a woman who, like many others, I assumed (or silently decided), that she must have grown up in a happy home with an “apple pie” type of family. How shocking and sad to learn that she was put in an orphanage when she was only five years old. This led to foster “care” by an abusive woman, which led to quite an unhappy childhood. To see her now, she is a perfect example of a person who overcame the obstacles which were beyond her control, and she became a strong and vibrant woman. I did not hesitate to tell her that I look to her as an inspiration, and how she positively affects everyone she meets.
I find that all too often we are not told how we contribute to the wellness of others. That our smiles and joyful sharing of life can make a difference. And so it turns to me, my own adoption story, and how thankful I am to have never known that feeling of being unwanted. My mother wanted a baby more than her next breath and after seven years of marriage, she was finally faced with her moment to become the mother she had always dreamed of, to me. I was wanted!
Since I was adopted as an infant, there was no feeling of abandonment. For that I am thankful. But for a long time, I never thought about the pain and difficulty of carrying a baby for nine months only to hand the child over to another family. What a sacrifice. I am thankful to have been given this life, and the opportunites that came along with my adoptive family. I am thankful that my parents loved me through the difficult times. And I am hopeful that I can be the voice of an unborn child whose mother is considering abortion. Life is precious and pain can be endured, with God’s help. I pray for you who may be reading this, that you would be strengthened to know that if you are faced with an unwanted pregnancy, you hold the key to another woman’s dream and an entire family’s happiness.