Sunday, June 14

Church

The guitars are strumming. Music fills the room. Emotions embrace the hearts and souls there to worship. The lady with her arms raised, the man crying on his wifes shoulder and the passion through every note being sung, cause my eyes to fill. With both admiration and wonderment my palms come together. Blurred vision. A stinging sensation in my eyes. I struggle to see the words and harmonize with my mother. I want to carry these feeling everywhere I go.

I look at my parents and see how they have grown. I have always thought the world of them, but thank the lord for the people they are today. Under this roof they have become better people, better husband and wife and better role models for their children and grandchildren.

With the little eye contact we make in that hour, I hope they can feel what my eyes see. Again, my palms come together until my words run out... and my actions start to speak louder.

I'm grateful for these days and hold them in my heart. When I return home...hours...miles away, it is these memories that I will call on. It is these memories that I will once again look forward to.

7 comments:

Mitzi said...

You are such a blessing to us. Thank you for your kind words. Hold today in your heart. We don't always get a chance to feel what we felt. God bless you always. ME XO

LaVonne said...

Great post! You know, my husband has taken a new job starting in January that will result in us traveling all over the U.S. for half the year. A new adventure. I cling to such great memories of my own family.

Tim said...

Oh Ann this was so beautiful. I often find myself wondering how much longer God has planned for me to get to spend with my parents. I think of important things with them like playing golf with my dad. I've thought of writing a poem called the last round. I know that one day it will come and the hardest part is that I might not know which one it is.

God Bless you and your parents.

Love and Prayers,

Tim

Veggie Mom said...

What a poignant post...thanks so much for sharing. Memories are what life is made of, right?

Debbie said...

This post was lyrical and like a beautiful love song to your parents.

"FINE"al thoughts... said...

that was so poignant and beautiful. Your parents are blessed to have such a daughter!

Ginette said...

Beautifully written!!