Her eyes were already puffy and red, but the tears just kept streaming down her face. I could tell that she was trying to contain the panic; fear was so close to the surface, and the worry poured out her heart in tiny salty droplets on her eyelashes and freckled cheeks.
She begged me not to leave.
I held her and patted her back like I was beating a drum worn smooth. The wet spot on my shirt grew as the tears continued to flow. Trust God. Trust God, I whispered to her soul and mine. I could feel the slight nod of her head, buried in my side. Little ostrich, hiding from the truth of the goodbye.
She made a magazine for me to read on the airplane. It is filled with horse drawings and jokes and funny stories. I stapled it together for her and held it to my chest in a gesture of enthusiasm. She smiled, and then she cried.
And I held her close enough to feel the weight of her worry.
She is so much like me. I know that weight. We all have crosses. Tonight hers was a goodbye in a doorway, light and life in our cozy home versus the dark unknown of a world where her mama ventured.
I hear that by the time she carried that weight to bed, she was smiling again. I hope my words were ringing true in her heart as she laid her head on her very cozy, very familiar lady bug pillow: Trust God. Trust God.
Oh my. So beautifully stated. Praying for you as you take this trip without your family. Pray also for your family. Those precious children as they learn more of Trusting God. Have a great, productive time!!! NJOY.
Thank you so much, Sweet Barbara!
Just beautiful. As one with children who have moved out and on into their own adventures of life, I am now the child…letting God pat my back as He whispers…Trust Me….Trust Me…
You have such a gift to touch my heart and encourage my spirit. God bless you <3
I love it, Laura! He does the same thing to me.
How is it written words can make wet cheeks?
God bless you Melissa.
Thank you so much, Robert!