There was love.
So much love.
On and in and around, love moved your dad and me.
Sometimes, love was close at hand, fingering lines in silhouette. Other times, love stood back, just watching and waiting.
But, all the time, love was.
And that love?
It remained. Blossomed. Grew.
After a time, it began to seek you out.
And there was prayer, with hands spread atop my head and lips dripping desires at the doorstep of heaven.
At night, as I lay flat in the dark, you came to me in visions. And in the morning, your form began to shape itself in the deepest hiding places.
And slowly, beautifully, perfectly you became.
And, oh, how there was rejoicing!
For when you burst forth this side of heaven, I laughed. I cried Glory! and pulled you closer still.
You.were.a.miracle.
For more was born into our lives than just you.
More and bigger love--even greater than that which had stirred you into being--held fast to your feet and left trails of holy dust that sparkled as it flew and drifted and settled upon every living thing in the room.
Nothing was left untouched by the holy that day.
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Yesterday, as I listened to the doctor explain to me, in scientific terms, the aspects of your uniqueness I couldn't help but marvel at the gift.
You, the gift.
Planted in my belly when I thought it was yet winter.
You, the gift.
Arriving with determined purpose and laughter right round.
You, the gift.
Always.
Because when love comes down, it leaves a trail.
As we walk this path of your life, complete with twists and turns unexpected, your finger, it trails in the milieu, leaving flecks of that first holy dust.
And it alights upon my coming in and my going out, my standing up and my kneeling down, my struggling and my accepting.
To walk with you means to walk into trust.
Right into its arms spread wide.
And it is there, beneath that wing that shelters, that I remember.
Love is always
on
and
in
and
around.
Gorgeous Holly. Love your mother's heart, it drips fulfillment in the calling.
ReplyDeletebeautiful. So glad I found you at Getting Down with Jesus today...there is nothing like a mother's heart. I remember when motherhood changed me. I felt the whole world shift beautifully into the right places. What a blessing and a gift.
ReplyDeletePeace and good to you.
Oh Holly. I will be walking through this several times. Many times and picking up pieces of your heart. Your comment at my little corner is ripe with the overflow of your heart for poetry and friendship. two of my favorite things.
ReplyDeleteIt seems that you and Emily were of the same mind when you each wrote your beautiful posts. I love how we are witness to the love that blossoms in our lives when our children "burst forth this side of heaven." Love it!
ReplyDeleteso beautiful... every child is precious, a gift now matter their differences, what seems like brokenness to others... perhaps even to themselves, but every "broken" thing is an opening, a doorway to holiness and wholeness.
ReplyDeleteMy. How you write. Just gorgeous.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful, friend.
ReplyDeleteAt night, as I lay flat in the dark, you came to me in visions. And in
ReplyDeletethe morning, your form began to shape itself in the deepest hiding
places.
And slowly, beautifully, perfectly you became.
oh girl. this post fairly made me sing. :)
This is just beautiful. So, so sweet. I am visiting from God Bimps,today.
ReplyDeleteI finally got here, and I am so glad I did. So beautiful friend. Proud of your momma heart and your writer heart. Proud of YOU.
ReplyDeleteHolly. This is stunning. Simply stunning. SUCH a gift - and we are privileged to catch bits of stardust ourselves as we read. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Shelly. And, yes, a mother's heart drips daily.
ReplyDeleteChelle, Thank you so much for stopping by from Jennifer's place. I will grab hold of that peace you are offering.
ReplyDeleteYou are among my favorite things as well, dear friend.
ReplyDeleteThe thing is, they continue to burst forth with lessons and love and joy and we are never the same for it. Glory!
ReplyDeleteOh Laura, yes. It is the brokenness that makes a way, so often. Thank you for hearing my heart on this.
ReplyDeleteHonored to have you here, friend. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Annie.
ReplyDeleteThank you Emily. I know you know this mama heart of mine.
ReplyDeleteAnna, so thankful to have you in this space.
ReplyDeleteBrenna, you encourage me so. Thank you for speaking into my life.
ReplyDeleteDiana, thank you. I am so thankful for you, here, always.
ReplyDeletemmm. this is glorious. such tenderness and love.
ReplyDeleteSuzannah, thank you for stopping by and sharing your love. Grateful for your words here.
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