It arrived in the mail today. A well-timed, undeserved kindness from a good friend. 

A third-place ribbon of a first-place portrait of two first-rate boys. My boys. Two sons digging their way through the soil on a Bolivian mountainside, investing their hearts into a place I’ve never been, all because of their love for Jesus and for his created. And I am moved by her generosity… this photographer named Jessica who listened to the whisper in her heart that softly spoke a sacred directive, “Their momma needs to see them today.”

I did… need to see them. And through tears that can only be explained as a watering from God’s own heart, I come undone before him and tell him that “I’m sorry” for those one or two or ten times last week when I thought it was too hard. When I wanted to give up. When I lost focus for a few moments and believed that the light was too dim… that there was little else left on this earth for me to enjoy.

{photograph by Jessica Turner, 2010. all rights reserved}

I was wrong. There is so much more to enjoy. My boys shine as living witnesses to me in this moment, and for them, I’ll take treatment number two and three, all the way through until the end when I can then, perhaps, make the trek with them up that mountainside and put my own hands into the sacred soil where they’ve already planted tender seed.

Planting the fields together… as family, as friends, as brothers and sisters alongside one another on the same trajectory of grace and understanding. Thank you, Father, for the gifts of my womb and for this gift from a friend. Both will serve as stones of remembrance for me next week when the light is shadowed by darkness.

Even so, burn brightly, King Jesus, and fan into flame the flickers of your grace. I am exceedingly grateful for and humbled by their warmth. You have been very good to me.

~elaine
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