Rain

Maybe it was the rain, clouds, or the wind that was blowing off and on; but my soul was in tune with the weather.  We were one; dark, gray, not being able to look forward but stuck somewhere behind.

I feel (there's that word again--feel) that I'm at an impasse with my life.  As I walk through the house I can hear children's voices....calling, laughing, and at times I see a glimpses of them moving in and out.  Sitting on the porch I hear children playing, running, riding bikes, and know they are mine.

My son is officially moving in a couple of weeks and yes, it is time.  We are setting aside things that he will take; knowing when the truck pulls out--our downstairs will be void of furniture.  Funny being a mother; your children are a part of your soul, they never leave you.  But my role has changed.  No longer am I the caretaker of those who live with me.

"Lord, what is my role now?"

"You will become a prayer warrior for them and their loved ones." 

This world is not a better place and will never be as we move forward.  But the human spirit is resilient and that caused me to think of Noah this morning.  The whole world was covered in water; yet he was in a boat looking for land.  Looking for land, knowing his family was all that survived.  If Noah can have the faith to look for land; then I can have faith to move forward with what is to come.

I am not alone; God is my land when my own world is under water.