He phoned, knowing I was waiting,
said mom, we're thirty minutes from Chicago
should be there in a couple hours.
I'd been counting the months, weeks, days,
now hours, but already my heart was hurting
knowing how quickly we would be saying
goodbye.
How wonderful it was to embrace my son
and grandson again, the grandson
that i potty trained,
the one that brought me surprise bouquets
of flowers, now here he stands up on the
stage looking so confident and handsome
in his pin stripe suit, his singing and
stage presence is captivating.
A packed out church, his poppy and i sat
in our pews, tears running down our faces,
someone handed us tissues
they had tears falling too, the holy spirit's
presence is palpable.
Six years ago my heart broke to a million pieces
when my son said mom I've got to go, the LORD
has called me to sing, a seed, his dad had planted
into his heart, as his church choir director
when he was a youngster.
My son Dustin and his wife Valerie
both worked, so their poppy and i had the three
grandchildren a great deal of time,
time enough to fall hopelessly, head over heels in love
with two beautiful
little girls and one animated, handsome little boy.
Now eleven year old Branden is
standing next to his dad singing, I can't describe
the pride I felt, seeing clearly that my son was
in the perfect will of God, knowing the sacrifices
that Valerie and their girls make continually,
how willing she was to leave everyone and everything
she had ever known to be in Gods will, to stand
with her husband, there must be so many times she
wished he could be at home with her, I wonder
if she knows how proud of her I'am? I think of
my son, grandson and Ben, who I now have unofficially
adopted, a wonderful young man who leaves a loving
wife and two beautiful little boys waiting at home for
his return,
traveling endless roads, homeschooling Branden on a
lap top when their on the road,
so that they can fulfill their spiritual calling,
seeing how their
Ministry is blessing people and changing lives.
But after two concerts, it's time for them to
get back on the road, time once again to say goodbye,
It's hard to have your heart jerked out of your chest
and shredded, while your trying to smile and fight back
tears, tears that refuse to be denied, his Dad wraps his
arms around him, tears falling on his sons
shoulder, he whispers, i don't want to let go.
Our big, strong, handsome son is
fighting a battle of his own, saying bye mom, dad, i love you
It's really hard, always having to saying goodbye,
but it would be much harder, had I refused the call on my
life.
My spirit knows that what he's saying is
true, it's just this truth can't seem to
find it's way to my heart,
but then my mind goes back to Calvary,
to the cross, to another mothers
heartbreak on a lonely hill and I thank the father, LORD
willing i will see my son smiling, singing his heart out
again, I'm comforted knowing their a blessing to
people from coast to coast.
His voice brings me back to the present, mom,
I'll bring Val and the kids up in April like usual,
we've booked a few concerts up here, we'll have a few
days with you and the family, See you again then,
I love you mom, dad, God bless you, pray for us
that we have a safe trip home.
Lets see, this is October,
so five months, one week, two days, how many hours?
my hearts starts counting again.
