At 5:30 this morning the moon was just to the left of the big dipper. The crescent base was like a cupped up saucer holding a scoop of vanilla, round and resting.
The stars were scattered. The air was pleasant. I’m the keeper of the puppy’s potty schedule.
I’m the middle of the nighter.
My husband asked me when he’d be like “Colt” the beloved chocolate lab who became impossible not to love, impossible not to miss.
I told him it would be a while, at least a year.
We didn’t forget, but it mattered so much less. How he destroyed the back porch door, ate the arm off the new couch and once ate an entire plate of marinating pork.
We somehow don’t remember.
I wondered this morning how the moon got back to my favorite, the crescent. I wondered not in a way that I’d search for astronomy books.
I just thought of the pace of its changes and how the circle and cycle is remembered.
I told my daughter, a new mother that with her and her brother, I know there was labor in their deliveries but I don’t really remember the details.
I remember how she as a baby lit up when I came near. I don’t remember not sleeping. I remember singing “You are my Sunshine” and making up new verses just for her.
I remember my son hated back seat car rides and so I drove one hand on the wheel and the other holding his. I remember how he’d turn upon my arrival, his little Keds filled with dirt, he greeted his working mama and ran with chubby legs to find my arms.
I remember my daughter laughing and unfolding all the laundry as we sat together in the middle of the tiny living room floor.
We lived in a single wide that was so old, there was plywood for the floor and her first room was a closet.
We loved there.
I remember the love, not the struggle.
By 7:00 this morning, the grass is still damp and chilly and the little crescent is barely visible above the halo over the pines created by the sun.
Today I read about comfort and sorrow, how we can expect to be somewhere on the continuum of the circle.
Same with progress and stagnation, a cycle, a circle.
The passage in II Corinthians, the very beginning reads this way.
“Blessed be God, even the Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of mercies, and the God of all comfort; Who comforteth us in all our tribulation, that we may be able to comfort them which are in any trouble, by the comfort wherewith we ourselves are comforted of God. For as the sufferings of Christ abound in us, so our consolation also aboundeth by Christ.”
2 Corinthians 1:3-5 KJV
Tribulations and comforts, life and longings.
This from my “Joy and Strength” devotion today:
He is ever ready to increase His grace in our hearts, that as we live and act among all the sorrows of the world we may learn by slow degrees the skill and mastery of consolation. Francis Paget
Yesterday, I talked with someone about the creeping back in of anxiety and depression, situational. I mentioned I’m learning to fight against it, to get back to where I need to be, not drifting too far from my peace.
Self awareness that doesn’t get stuck, doesn’t defer to pity,
Remembers God and His ever ready rescue and mercy.
One sentence, a verse gave me remembrance of this, a mental picture not of my rambling, damaged and tormented life before I sought peace daily.
An image of my significance from God’s perspective.
And when he has found it, he lays it on his shoulders rejoicing. Luke 15:5 ESV
The parable of the lost sheep, the shepherd Jesus, not remembering our bad behaviors or our losing our ways, only overjoyed that we are found again!
Like the full moon remembering how to return to crescent or the parent literally forgetting the struggles, only remembering the bliss, God longs for us to know the circle, the coming back with ease to Him.
Back to peace.
Consolation and comfort never waning, always waiting.
Jesus, our constant.
Continue and believe.
4 thoughts on “Remember”
This piece is gorgeous. Thank you for your constancy to post. Your prose is an art form.
Your writing is beautiful.
Lisa, 2 Corinthians 1.3-5 is the why behind our writing. Someone needs it. xo
Much gratitude for this!