The Story is Now

I did a lot of new things on my trip back to the midwest. I did things I did not expect, or plan, to do. That is when you know the Feminine is in the house. She is all about spontaneity. When you are spontaneous, you must trust. And she is all about trust. I rode a Vespa. I sat next to my mother-in-law on the couch and learned how to crochet. I threw a mug on a potter's wheel. I drove on the open plains of highway 40 in western Kansas for the first time. I jumped in murky Acton Lake and swam to shore. The peanut butter chip ice cream I ate from the United Dairy Farmers is on my top five list now. And, after eight years, I saw my mom. Yep. I saw my mom.

When we are in relationship with God, we are in relationship with creation. Just look out your window. Look into someone's eyes. Do something crazy like see your mom after eight years, introduce your children to her, and feel a palpable Love fill that room like no other. All things, if our eyes are open and we stay awake, point to grace. God is moving. God is alive. God is new. 

The story is not in how I met my mom in a little office on Grand River in Michigan, and the details of that story. The story is that the light will not be overcome by darkness. When I looked into my Mom's eyes, I saw the woman who gave me life. And I felt the arms of Mother holding us both, loving us before we even met. Big Mama had already taken care of us by putting my expectations of myself, and my mom,  where they belong. Right down on earth. 

God's grace is new...always. The story of how I came back into contact with my mom is old now. The Love that exists inside of me as I write this is where the story is at. It is in who I am now because God directed my feet towards the darkness. She did that because She knew I would find the light. And I did, right in the eyes of my very own mother. 


 

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