return to me

I can hardly stand the thought that she is about to be three.  I can hardly stand that although we call her the Baby Lady, she is baby no longer.


Then again, babies don’t come to you when you call out for them.  Babies need you, take from you, and are unable to say thank you.  Babies take you for granted.  With babies, love is mostly a one way street.   Mature children can choose you.  They can tell you they love you unsolicited.  They can choose to reciprocate the love in the relationship.


Or maybe they will choose not to.  That’s the fear lurking in the letting go.  Will they know the depth of my love, believe I am for them, and love me back?  Or will my love be forgotten, my soul aching for their return?
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I stand, waiting for the call.  He puts His hands out and says, “I’ll never forget you.  I’ve wiped the slate of all your wrongdoings. There’s nothing left of your sins.  Come back to me, come back.” (Isaiah 44:21)