Sit a Spell

Dear Sister,

 I miss you. I long to sit on the porch with you, drinking a strong cup of coffee with just the right amount of cream, listening to the details of your day. Just sit and talk, watching the cars drive by, wondering where everyone is rushing off to.

I want to hear about your children. What are they doing now? Who are their friends? What are they wishing for for their birthdays? Are they in activities...too many maybe? Are you stressed and tired, elated and overjoyed? I want to sit a spell with you.

I know what you will tell me.

You will tell me that your daughter is beginning to have a voice. Wanting to choose her own clothes, telling you no when you make the same noodles she has eaten for the past four years, giving you a rolling of her eyes all of the sudden. You will tell me that you wonder about the man she will marry some day. Will he treat her with Godly love? Will he provide for her? Will she bring your grandbabies home at Christmas and on the weekends just to sit with you?  You will tell me that you wonder how much is too much. How to find balance. How to know when to say no.

I want to hear about your son. How he loves kickball and bugs and video games. Again, I know the words that will come from your lips, but I want to hear them anyway. I want to just sit and listen to you. I want to know about your cares and worries, hopes and dreams for him. Is he too geeky? Too competitive? Too sassy? Should you travel with him to play basketball or keep him at home, riding bikes to the park with his friends. I want to hear from you.

Oh dear sister...how I long to hear about your marriage, your career, your life. Has he brought you flowers lately? Have you had a date night? Do you dream about the early days when he was courting you? Are you ready to start work again? Longing to quit your job? Hoping for a promotion? Tell me about the person who gets under your skin...the one who you just clicked with immediately...and the ones you can't tell where their lives are leading. I want to know you.

Oh dear Sister...how I want to sit with you. How I want to talk to you. How I miss you.

The porch...kids playing...birds chirping...cars passing by....come to me my dear girl...come and sit a spell with me.

Love,
 GOD

"Lord, in the morning you hear my voice. In the morning I lay it all out before you. Then I wait expectantly."

Psalm 5:3