It’s been a season of hard, of hearts that feel bruised and sadness that spills out of my eyes more often than I like.
Days pass and I hardly see Russ as we moved through schedules of work and school, homework and sports practices, the demands of our young crew and the needs of our older kids.
I don’t have to list more – you know it too well.
Our son, Isaiah, all of 21, packed everything he owns and moved to St. Louis yesterday.
We think we influence our children – and we do – but this boy made me a writer. At the age of 11, he built my first blog and pushed me to put down words for people to read.
I said goodbye to him, waving in the driveway, and when his car was out of view, I hugged Annarose and cried.
Hoping it might push back the too-big sadness, I took a walk. Wearing sunglasses so no one could see my tearful eyes, I moved through neighborhoods where I saw few people.
When I got back to my parking spot, a familiar car was next to mine. Sitting on the curb reading an academic paper, was Russ.
I paused in surprise, but our dog did not. She pulled me forward, straining toward him with enthusiasm.
He stood, wrapped me in his arms, and I rested against him in a way I hadn’t in days.
He quietly said, “I came to find you.”
To be sought and found – my heart needed that more than I can say.
And more tears came.
We talked for an hour before he went back to work – so many conversations we hadn’t finished these past weeks, leaving frustration in their wake.
Just before he left, he looked in my eyes, saying, “You are loved.”
We moms, we’re just plowing through our days trying to keep our heads above water, meeting one need after another.
I’ve been reading the Word, listening to worship music, going to church, and all the while, my heart has felt heavy and sad.
I’m reminded that Jesus will always search for me, that He will always find me, and he will always find you too.
Jesus never gives up and never lets go of me – or of you.
He loves us.
Maybe you are feeling the way I was yesterday.
I wish I could pour us some coffee, sit at my table with you, look in your eyes and speak these words,
“You Are Loved”
I’ll say it again, “You Are Loved.”
In the midst of whatever you are living – the good, the hard, the sad, the disappointing, the failure, the embarrassment, the happy, the despair, the love of Jesus never changes.
You are Loved.
I am praying for you, my friend, right now as I write these words.