At 5:00 a.m., I wake. I love seeing the morning skies: colors of orange, indigo, sky blue, pool blue, mist of green, shot of yellow somewhere between gold and hues of orange-yellow,…
Everyday (most days), I love driving up to my home. At the end of the driveway I know my family are awaiting my arrival, and I know that I’m waiting to see what’s for dinner; but, mostly, I’m waiting to see if I’m the one that will be making dinner. Most things bother me, but I don’t mind cooking for my family, I love knowing that they anticipate my coming home as I do coming home.
Our family home, is made of sticks with a concrete foundation, but to me, it’s made of my mother and father. I love seeing my mother and father everyday. I drive up the driveway with a prayer in my heart: “…thank you Lord for embracing me with the love of my mother and father,…” and so forth. I fear the day that I will never hear the voices of my father and mother. I fear the day that at the end of the driveway my parents will no longer be home. God knows, I am grateful for their being here for me, heartedly, I know there are children in the world whom have not known a mother or a father. As for myself, I’m grateful! I have the two people whom believed in each other, therefore, I exist.
God wakes, every day. God embraces us with kisses from the West Winds, in colors of the sky that only He intends for us. Wake up. Wake every day at early dawn, and you will feel his embrace. The quiet secret, “…God never let us down, but ‘we’ let Him down. God has given us everything we need. We need to discover it, the journey is God’s embrace. …” May your journey be as tumultuous as is intended, and may you find your way home.. May the end of your driveway lead you to His embrace.