A stunned bit of news

           A silence transforms woman to child. Such
meanings as strength and boldness becomes
exhaustion. The gentle ways turned into exasperation.

           So many tears fall as the child becomes
provider. The steps break but every necessary motion
has to unfold.

           Here I pray, I cry, I hope. Such levels of
mildness I hold. The words, the emotions, the
scars ~ they all present themselves in one tiny
moment.

          One more step I clearly decide, with Jehovah's
help, I am capable to press forward. The support
I will gain when I persevere.

          Still the unnerving rattle that jumps in front
of me still snags. Yes there will be moments I
don't think I can keep going, but I do. Alas this
I must.

            Yesterday was a rollercoaster of decisions,
of gathered emotions and lots of strength. How else
am I able to step forward today, but with Jehovah's
help? This woman child got news that each day
represents a fresh day, one more day my mother
is with me.

           Here I sit in misty eyes and encouraging
memories. Yes as much as my soul aches, the heart
hurts and my spirit trembles I still know I will
have to help my mother see I am strong for her
even in my weakest moments.

         A daughter's laughter, a light tug of arms,
a shoulder to lean upon and a gentle whisper in
the night time. Yes I will be that even in my
heaviest of days.

         One more reason to love the hope of
the resurrection. Indeed I look forward to this
time.

         Now I prepare my red face for a wonderful
experience of preaching work. The spreading of
the good news of Jehovah and his kingdom. All
else fades for that moment when I feel joyful
I am his child.