For the first time in years, I had a conversation with my mother.. my mom who raised me… that truly just brought me to a deeply needed place of love. Currently holding back tears.. as I hear the trickling of drops outside my bedroom window…there is an overwhelming sense of stillness that yields a satisfying peace in me.
Most nights, after a day of monotonous lab work, I come home to relax… aka “VEG”…but right now, not even the habitual whispers to just lay down and watch something, could real me in. Something in me just began to sit still.. to usher a thank you without even saying the words… to release burdens into His hands…
For the first time in a long time, I truly felt loved by her. For the first time, in the midst of our conversation, I knew she actually listened and heard me… she actually understood…and as if she was reading my heart and mind… she spoke words of encouragement
Without the history of our relationship.. and knowledge of our sputtered communication… it would be hard to really understand what just happened.
I will marinate in this right now….the convo that began within my soul (whenever it did)… has finally grasped my undivided attention.
Thinking out loud while "changing my thinking" 