A Mother's Cry
Dear Lord Jesus, When you lived on earth, you pined for your children-- you said you longed to protect the ones you loved, gathering them like a hen gathers her chicks under her wings. So you must know how I feel about my children. I feel desperate for them all the time, but especially when we are separated from each other. I've found that it doesn't matter how old they are. Do you feel the same way? Being separate makes me painfully aware of my insecurities as their mother. It's not so different than when they were babies, and I held their feverish bodies in the middle of the night, realizing just how desperate love had made me. I remember comprehending that I was just not equipped well enough for this monumental role-- I was not prepared to shape a life. It was then that I began realizing how terribly I needed you. I still do. Age has not lessened my inabilities or insecurities. Or my neediness. Age has, if anything, created a wiser understanding of ...