A person I used to know, who moved away a few years ago, sent me a Facebook message tonight. We're not FB friends, and she left unhappy with me when she did move. Long story you don't need to know. Anyway, we've not talked in several years. No need. And she's in Florida, so we don't cross paths.
Except our son who just left our home (I deleted posts tonight, so only those of you who have read what he's into will understand when I refer to him) used to house-sit and dog-sit for her when she lived in our neighborhood. They became good friends, and he did lots of things for her. It worked out for everyone.
Well, now she's messaging me out of the blue. Wanting to pick my brain about our son, I'm sure. She has a mutual friend who our son works with. We're the wreck before the ambulance arrives. That crowd creeps in, wanting to see how much blood has been lost. I've not talked to this woman in ages and ages and now she wants to visit?
No.
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Hardest part? Finding joy in the midst of this experience. To care to vacuum the carpet, and put out flowers when my heart is absolutely wrenched in my chest. To not allow the shadow of our sons' lives to shadow my own life.
I need my babies to get right with the Lord. And I do know He's holding onto them. I take comfort in that. And, btw, son in above photo (who recently eloped) is doing very, very well. He's the one who I say is most like his dad. He has my heart. :)
