I can't wait until I can pray for my son by name. I don't want him to be a stranger any longer. I don't want to guess how old he is or imagine what he looks like. I want to know him. I will truly be able to tell him someday that I loved him before I knew him.
This poem was shared today on the yahoo group:
TORN MAP
(by Naomi Shihab Nye)
"Once by mistake
she tore a map
in half.
She taped it back,
but crookedly.
Now all the roads
ended in water.
There were mountains
right next to her hometown.
Wouldn't that be nice
if it were true?
I'd tear a map
and be right next
to you."
My friend, Daiquiri, told me the other day that she was looking at the moon and thought, "Becky's boys are under that same moon." It made me feel like Liberia was a lot closer.
It reminds me of that sweet song that the little mouse, Fievel, sang on the old movie "An American Tale" when he was separated from his family:
"Somewhere out there beneath the pale moonlight
Someone's thinking of me and loving me tonight
Somewhere out there someone's saying a prayer
That we'll find one another in that big somewhere out there
And even though I know how very far apart we are
It helps to think we might be wishing on the same bright star
And when the night wind starts to sing a lonesome lullaby
It helps to think we're sleeping underneath the same big sky
Somewhere out there if love can see us through
Then we'll be together somewhere out there
Out where dreams come true
And even though I know how very far apart we are
It helps to think we might be wishing on the same bright star
And when the night wind starts to sing a lonesome lullaby
It helps to think we're sleeping underneath the same big sky
Somewhere out there if love can see us through
Then we'll be together somewhere out there
Out where dreams come true"
(written by James Horner, Barry Mann, Cynthia Weil)
My little Liberian boy, I am here thinking about you and loving you and saying a prayer for you. I know that the One who is love will see us through and bring us together. I pray that you have a safe and joyful day today. I can't watch over you and protect you right now, but I know that God never sleeps and that His eyes are on you and that He knows you by name and will watch over you and protect you for me. He has a future and a hope for you and for our family.
Wednesday, January 17, 2007
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