“You are never alone, you can always come back home.”
-Jason Mraz, 93 Million Miles
After a night of serene snowfall, I woke up to a chilly Saturday morn. Should I go to the gym or stay nestled under my comfy spread? After a few steps, my arthritis called, “Go to the gym. You always feel better.” So, off I went. Driving slow, of course, because the roads were quite icy. En route to the YMCA, I saw a dad and his three children pulling sleds….that’s all it took.
Be still my momma heart.
The big, deep wave of maternal emotion splashed hard. Tears welled and my heart skipped a beat. Those were the days, I thought. I wanted to roll down the window and scream, “Enjoy ’em while their young,” but I was desperately afraid he would call the cops on a crazy redhead heckling from her car.
I got to the Y and it was closed. Oh my. I should have known. On my way home, I turned on the radio. A song played that took my breath away. It seemed the perfect theme for my morning drive, already full of nostalgia, pristine views, and thoughts of a child so far away. I pulled over and Spotify’d the song, bought it and listened to it over and over again.
Most of the time I do pretty well with the fact that my dear Candace Rose is on other side of the world, but that snowy morn…that song on the radio…those children laughing and carrying their sleds…opened the floodgates. Oh, I want to make hot chocolate and sit with her, right now. Why, oh, why is she a million miles away from me?
So, as the wave overwhelmed me, I gasped for air and made my way to the shore of Knowing. Knowing she was right in the center of God’s powerful plan for her life. Knowing without a doubt she was happy, safe, and wildly living her dream of wanderlust. Knowing she was unfolding like the rose for which she is named. Knowing….that wherever she goes, she is never alone, and that she can always get back home.
Maybe your momma heart hurts right now. I understand. Let this beautiful ballad wash over your pain. Jason says it well, “The absence of the light is a necessary part.” We raise strong, independent children so they can go change the world. I just didn’t know it would hurt so much. But then, thanks to modern technology, just minutes after I returned home, she called. God is so good to this momma. He knows, doesn’t he? I sure do pray that God will provide your momma heart with whatever it needs…right now. The beautiful thing is that we can always go Home, too, can’t we? Home to our Father’s heart. WE ARE NEVER ALONE.