In my rearview mirror tonight, in the dark as I drove home a new way on our busy highway I saw life differently. As my kids chattered on about their day and church, I felt my heart in my throat.
In the backseat of my cluttered, orange van was my 3 blessings all buckled in unaware of what I was seeing. Nothing out of the ordinary, except we had a lot more shining headlights near us on the highway. As the lights shone in, I did what all moms do, I assume. I glanced in my rear view mirror to see my kids as they spoke and asked me questions. With the ever changing light, I couldn’t see them very clearly. Their sweet faces would be lit for a moment and then go dark.
What caught my heart and made me try to do my best “motherhood moment time freeze” (MMTF for short) was what I saw upon their heads. I saw two with little ash crosses and one with curls. My two older kids took part of Ash Wednesday services, where they were marked with the sign of the cross in ashes by our Pastor.
He said to each person marked, “Remember who you are. Remember whose you are.” I hope and pray that those are more than just words they heard once. I hope those words are resonated in the love they receive from their Daddy and I, their Sunday School teachers, their church community, their extended family and friends. That in our hearts and minds we can remember their cross on their foreheads like it is always there.
If they grow with knowing that, then we all will have blessed them.
PS – I am challenging myself to post every day of Lent.
Dear Lord, Help us all. Amen
skip – – do whatever works for you. I need to write and publish more.