They are having a candlelight vigil down at the high school
tonight but you don’t want to go so we hold one of our own. On the second day
of February when that old groundhog sees his shadow we go looking for our
smiles.
We’ll call it the walk
until the sun goes down vigil, I tell my two growing boys. You leave your trig homework and Jeffrey leaves his drawing and Lucy Mae is waiting by the
door.
I’ve seen your eyes these past couple days. I’ve felt the
weight of the heavy in your breathing. And when you need a smile, why don’t you
go down and hop the creek?
Because sometimes the only cure is to step outside—step outside
of you and me and focus on stepping wide.
Why don’t you stare long into those muddy waters and startle
three ducks out of hiding? Why don’t you walk in the marsh and get your school
shoes all muddy—hold back the greenbriers so I can follow you?
We’ll play hopscotch across, land careful on each glistening
rock that sleeps in this sandy bed. And I won’t care if you slip and the water
seeps up the leg of those pants. I won’t care if that brier rips a tiny hole in
your shirt. Lucy will need to go straight to the wash but for now…we are
smiling wide.
I’ll pick the burrs off your jacket, wipe my muddy hands on
my knees and breathe deep the smell of fallen rain running thick through this
muddy channel.
Your brother will take a short-cut because he can jump the creek
better than us. And on the way home, as the vigil is coming to a close—as the
sun begins to dip below those hills on the horizon…I'l tell you how loved you
are. And you'll grin crooked and tell me I talk too much, but you know what this
is all about. And I'll tell you this: Never forget how loved you are. Let every choice you make be made knowing how loved you are.




27 comments:
You're doing all the right things. And--even if you weren't--I would say, God bless you. I love you.
oh that picture of a cross in the sky to remember. Yes. All such good waters for the muddy healing. I'm going to remember your line, "sometimes the only cure is to step outside—step outside of you and me and focus on stepping wide." Love the way you communicated that truth.
Still praying. It's hard enough to deal with something like this as adults, but to have our children so drawn in by the nature of the situation challenges our hearts more. Glad they have a wise Mama who knows Who to turn to for comfort and guidance.
The words are beautiful, the last picture incredible.
this made me cry. i hope i can be a mother just like you. living to see my boys smile... bless you dear laura...
This one sparked the tears, friend. This seems like exactly the right kind of vigil somehow - deeply personal, together, yet with space for each individual, filled with reminders of love an all sides. Such a hard, hard thing. Continued blessings as you minister to your children during this tough, tough time. Hope you've got some folks who can minister to you as well.
I feel your pain. We had a similar tragedy here late last year.
The hurt of seeing our children grieving for the very first time is so hard to watch.
Thoughts and prayer
x
"The Lord bless you and keep you (and your family), the Lord make his face to shine upon you, and be gracious unto you; the Lord lift up his countenance upon you, and give you peace." Amen.
:-) Bless you for sharing these moments, Laura!
Laura, you have such a way about you with your boys... loving them, allowing them to 'be' and letting them get dirty while naming this walk/vigil... because they do know. God hold you all close. My tender sympathies.
Oh, you are so wise and loving to let them go to the creek ... praying for you and them and the families.
So many signs of His love and comfort in your walk.
such a hard thing, to see our kids carry the weight of something they shouldn't have to. thank you for sharing
Ah, that last photo!
I've been in the mountains this week, and just being outside, noticing all the animals, has been healing.
Thanks you for this reminder to love and be.
Praying Jesus be near to all of you in this time especially.
Jen
Laura, such a gift this post. loved the last photo. You are a very wise mother...
You are giving your boys a gift they will carry for the rest of their lives. You are teaching them to cope, to smile, to remember, to cherish, and to continue loving and living! GOD BLESS YOU!!
Hugs and prayers,
andrea
Indeed, love lives.
Blessings.
You make me love being a mother in this post. How sometimes where the crowds go isn't where we need to be and only a mother knows how to read downcast and know how to make her child smile. Beautiful writing as usual Laura. I can see that mud on your knees!
Spending time with your children and allowing them to get their feet wet is such a joy for you and for them.
Those first deep hurts...as the children learn loss, and as mamas learn that we can't protect them from everything.
Oh, how they grow us all.
Beautiful growing here, Laura. Just beautiful.
Oh, Laura! Yes. This is how you love him well--picking the briars and wiping the muddy hands--even if you talk too much. (Don't all mothers?) He will remember and know he is loved.
Dear.....Laura...
I love, "Let every choice you make be made knowing how loved you are." I just wrote it down to keep and share.....Blessings to you and your boys.....Love, Cate
I have missed visiting this place! I love, love, love the last photo! and I was so drawn to this line: "I’ve felt the weight of the heavy in your breathing."
You have a way of expression!
Tears. My daughter has been to way too many funerals and pain in her young life. I wish I'd had your wisdom.
Dear Laura,
I have been praying for your family and community...when one heart hurts we all do, but I am confident that He is healing all who hurt.
I would love to have you over at Painting Prose. We've decided to congregate at my place until dear Emily's return. Please consider adding your beauty and grace.
We keep vigil in so many ways... keep watch and keep remembrance close to our hearts. It's good to back away from homework and to jump in the creek every once in a while.
Creeks keep us fresh.
peace~elaine
mmm...I could use a run through a muddy creek or maybe a walk in the quiet woods were the squirrels bark at each other. Sigh. :o)
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