I sit on my front porch and I tell God that all this rain, these buckets full, are my tears pouring down from heaven.
Precious whispers of prayers falling back to earth that echo of a lifetime.
I’m crying them because my daughter is graduating from high school this weekend.
Tears of joy and or sorrow.
I wonder what the weather is like down in Georgia because that’s where she lives.
She moved there to live with her father just after her thirteenth birthday.
I waited for her to come home, and she did, to visit, but she began a life there that was best not to be disturbed.
There comes a time when a momma has to let go and let a girl know her daddy loves her.
She met Jesus in Georgia and what more could I ask for?
Eternity with her will be so much sweeter than any moment I could have with her here.
Still I remember the baby in my womb and the beautiful tears I cried that day
All nine and a half pounds of her came into my life screaming her need of me.
So I cry off and on as I pack and as I tell my husband this and that about our trip.
It feels like I will never get her back again, but that isn’t true, I still have a beautiful daughter all grown up now.Set featured image
It’s time for this momma to let her fly out into the world and let Jesus take the wind beneath her wings.
I wonder as I look upon the rain where this life will take her, and I open my arms
To let her know whether she is screaming or crying, and she has need of these arms they will still be open
That I will forever and always be her Momma. (A praying Momma)
A refuge in life’s storms, one to rejoice the day that she was born, and all life’s joys along the way.