May 26, 2017
“And Joseph said unto his brethren, I die: and God will surely visit you, and bring you out of this land unto the land which he sware to Abraham, to Isaac, and to Jacob.” Genesis 50:24
It’s Memorial Day weekend. I have some plans and I expect to enjoy myself. I hope that I will see some of my husband’s family that I have not seen in a while. We will laugh; catch up on each other’s lives. Look at all the new grandbaby pictures etc. And of course, we will eat. You can’t have a Radford gathering without eating.
Sounds wonderful. I love my in laws or in loves as I prefer to call them.
However, there is another place I would rather be. Nothing would make me smile more than a visit with my mother.
I would pull up to her house, knock on the back door, and hear her sweet voice telling me to come on in. Then she would say, “Calvonia!” with a smile on her face that spread from check to check.
We would probably share some of her good cooking. Talk about the goodness’ of the Lord and eventually we would end up sitting outside in her spot. Just sharing precious time together.
Those seats by the back door are empty now. I can’t visit her anymore.
I miss my mother immensely. I find comfort in knowing that one day I will see her again, at that great reunion in heaven.
Until then, God visits me. Yes, he does. He comes to commune with me. He comforts my grieving spirit and wipes my tears. He lets me feel a strong sense of his presence and gives me hope for tomorrow.
This post is linked to Five Minute Friday where we write for five minutes about the prompt without stopping.
The prompt this week is VISIT.