“Do not fear death, but rather the unlived life. You don’t have to live forever. You just have to live. And she did.” Natalie Babbitt, Tuck Everlasting
We walk them to the bus their shoulders bent, laden with cares of a Monday and my heart is breaking before the sun climbs high in the sky. It’s not as easy as handing them their blankies anymore to ease pain, and hugs only go so far. But I do know who goes with them and I need Him right now as much as them so I grab coffee in hand and stumble out into this drizzly grey morning to pace the streets and whisper His name.
My friend Sally knows it better than most that what we really need above anything else is Jesus. And sometimes the best prayer for someone is His name.
In the middle of pleas for “help Jesus” and “increase my faith” and “don’t let me get stuck trying to live the safe life for myself….for my children” I stumble upon them. Out of weeds and summer’s grass fading hope grows. Hope lives. Hope blooms where it is planted. And Hope changes everything.
Suddenly I’m alive. I can choose to really live or just live to get by. I can keep wishing the days away until we’ve all arrived or relish in the stops along the way however painful they may be.
It truly is all in the journey and fear will forever steal joy.
I pause, tears mingling with rain, and somehow I’m all smiles this girl surprised by joy.