I sat through a tough football game this morning. Tough on the boy… tougher, maybe, on this mama’s heart. It’s painful thing to watch your child fall short on the playing field. Losses like this morning, though, are what make the boy a man.
I came home and started a tweet… “the making of a man might very well be” and my phone rang.
“She didn’t make it.”
and in that instant my heart split wide as I choked back sobs. An hour before this text came, “PLEASE PRAY NOW….” A friend’s 17-year-old daughter had been in a car accident. I prayed not knowing any other details. I just prayed.
I’m still praying and my heart hurts so very, VERY deeply for my friends who lost a daughter, a sister, a granddaughter, and a cousin today.
I’ve hugged my kids tight… even the boy. I’ve revamped the plans today to include a Sabbath celebration tonight. We haven’t gathered around the table in oh-so-very-long and we need to. We need to celebrate that we have today. I’ve grocery shopped and made bread. The one thing I haven’t done? …finish that tweet.
My tweet was going to say, “the making of a man might very well be the most excruciating thing a mother’s heart endures.”
What do I know of excruciating?