I dreamed of my mother in the night and woke with tears on my cheeks.
She’s been gone for six years and I miss her.
In my dream she was young, in her twenty’s.
Happy. Beautiful. Her life spread out in endless days…
Replaying the dream as I lay in my bed, my mind continued down the path of Mama’s story. Snapshots of a life well-lived… and then seamlessly, Mama’s story dissolved into my own.
And pictures of my own life lit up my brain.
Young. Full of hope and future.
Then older. Happy. And maybe a little tired.
A bird’s-eye view of decades past.
How strange that the bird’s eye view, the one that sees clear where I’ve been and sees clear where I’m headed, puts all things in perspective.
My daddy signs every card he ever sends like this:
Those two little words hold a lifetime of wisdom.
I’m still counting gifts my friends…
#1126- Thank you Father for adjusting my perspective…one more time.