day 138: for these are the things Jesus taught

As I sat in class today I already felt like a full glass of water, knowing it wouldn't take much for the tears to come. And my tears are of the big, splashy variety. The kind that wet the whole front of my dress on this kind of Sunday.

We recently welcomed my 21 yr-old home after a two- year absence in Africa, and yesterday he already was gone, moving to his own place and ready to go back to school. Many good talks over the past three weeks about life, expectations, testimony, sacrifice, and future plans. Reconnecting. Healthy pride on my part, feeling so good about my son who has become a man. We waited with such great excitement for his return, and after three weeks he is already gone again, which I know is the way it should be.

And in today's class my good friend came prepared and full of the spirit, ready to teach us about being like Jesus.

I'm trying to love, as He did, in all that I do and say...

A great lesson during this time of self-examination and recommitment. Perfect. Inspiring.

And the tears did come. No real shock there. Between the arrival and anticipated departure of my sons, the return to classes and teaching, and the sweet reminder today to "stop and listen to the still small voice" my spirit is full.

The glass has been bumped. Would it be okay with you if I just let the puddle stand?


Luann | January 4, 2010 at 8:12 AM

Let the puddle stand? Only if my puddle is allowed to stand right next to it.

Kazzy | January 4, 2010 at 8:36 AM

Awww. Any time.

Barbaloot | January 4, 2010 at 8:45 AM

At least this time with the son being gone you get to hear from him regularly:) And hey-maybe he'll even let you do his laundry!

Heidi | January 4, 2010 at 2:11 PM

I love the way you say things--just love it! I wish you many wonderful grand daughters who adore their paternal grandmother and who will stay close to home and hearth (er, yours!) and fill your home with lotsa love (boys are marvelous but they just aren't the same as girls). Hugs!

wendy | January 4, 2010 at 3:34 PM

Isn't that a primary song?? love those primary songs the best.
YES, just let the puddle stand. Dabble your toes in it.
funny how such JOY brings those sweet tears.

Connie | January 4, 2010 at 6:40 PM

THat puddle is filled with love. Let it stand.

Lara Neves | January 4, 2010 at 7:08 PM

I can't imagine being at your stage of life quite yet. It scares me. But I love reading your feelings and experiences about it.

And yes, let the puddle stand. It's a good reminder.

Joy Hollingshaus | January 4, 2010 at 7:16 PM

Hugs to you!

Anonymous | January 4, 2010 at 8:22 PM

I've got some puddles of my own. Maybe we should just put on our galoshes and jump in them. :)

Melanie Jacobson | January 4, 2010 at 9:57 PM

You've been experiencing some seriously great milestones lately. Life must feel so rich to you right now.

charrette | January 4, 2010 at 10:35 PM

I've been a puddle all month. Someday I'll mop it up.

We miss you guys. Let's get together.

kanishk | January 5, 2010 at 12:00 PM

hey-maybe he'll even let you do his laundry!

Work from home India

Dedee | January 7, 2010 at 2:43 PM

Puddles are for sharing!