A mother hen gathers her chicks under her wings. Safe, warm, protected.

How much a Godly mother longs to do that.

I can only imagine her pain. I weep for her, with her. And I pray.



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Today commences a new season in my daughter's life, and consequently, a new season in ours. Brietta and Daniel arrive today to begin their new life in the North Country. I can hardly believe the turns that life takes - the path leads us in many different directions.

Needless to say, I am thrilled. Absolutely blessed!

But this has swept in upon me now and almost caught me unaware. When I first learned of their plans it seemed as though it would be forever before they arrived. My days since then have been filled, at times to overflowing. And the time has melted away. They will arrive on the heels of such overwhelming sadness. It is like a balm to my soul, and yet is so bittersweet. The reminder of the emptyness of this world's joys, of lives that fade like the summer grasses, of passing seasons, still looms so large. It is a good reminder in many ways. He alone becomes the goal, the source, the expectation of goodness. The reality of His eternity is great and wonderful. And this is good. I will live for Him alone - always.