Isn't that the way they say it goes?
Well, let's forget all that
And give me the number if you can find it
So I can call just to tell 'em I'm fine and
to show
I've overcome the blow, I've learned to
take it well
I only wish my words could just convince
myself
That it just wasn't real
But that's not the way it feels…
-Jim Croce
I had not heard his voice in twelve days. A call came through, and I took it. It was ‘the system’ and I allowed myself to
hear “Hi, Mom.” Whoa. Those two words can really do a number on
ya. I was as stiff, cold and stoic as I
was in our last conversation….
The crazy part of our story is that as NUTS as our drama is,
as intense and heavy…so is our love. God
made me to love deeply. And I have.
For me to turn aside, not engage in conversation with him,
was difficult, to say the least. It’s
just better not to talk at all. I need
to not answer 866 #s!
What would Jesus do?
Would he answer and talk on the phone?
At this moment, I am a confused Mom.
Lord – give me the strength I need. You are what I need. Help me to pull away…if I am to pull
away. Help me to know what to do.
