Only One Bridge

A poem I wrote in the midst of waiting.

I'm still in that waiting season and needed this reminder.

Letters from my mom

The world of written letters lives on through those that continue to put their pen to paper and create something personal that can be treasured. My mom is one of those people. I have several letters from her that I've saved over the years. I go back to these letters and see the remarkable love and encouragement she's always given to me. I hold those letters and feel a comfort that cannot be described.

She came to stay with us after my surgery in July. It was not a normal visit because I was still recovering and didn't have my typical energy. Also, I cannot lie – I was/still am battling disappointment.

 

As soon as she got to my house, we sat together and cried. Well, I did most of the crying and she held me and prayed for me. After that cry fest, we spent the rest of our time together talking, drinking coffee and watching movies. 

 

Towards the end of the week, she asked me to read her some of my blog posts. No doubt about it – she is my biggest fan.  As soon as I finished one she asked me to read another. As a writer, there's fulfillment in finding an eager listening ear. As a daughter, there's fulfillment in having my mom's undivided attention. 

 

My mom has always taken a genuine interest in anything I do or attempt to do. She's special like that. :-) She has always encouraged me and sees more potential than I see in myself. She is my mom so, naturally, I tend to think that she would love anything I write but that's not completely true or bad. 

 

While at our house, she wrote two defining letters to me. With the first sentence, I was brought to tears. That is what happens when someone who knows you so well writes words of love and encouragement. Healing covered my heart and I began to dream again. I began to yearn for God to use me and believed that he would.

When I read those letters from my mom, something inside me said that she was speaking the truth and it motivated me to keep walking. God's words are meant to do the same thing but with greater purpose. Letters from God sit on my nightstand filled with tremendous love and encouragement. He wrote those to me knowing I'd need them to help me through this life and all it brings.

Today I choose to take my letters from God and hold them close to my heart. Whatever that means, however it turns out - I will trust him and believe his words to be true.