There are things in life that are precious...so special, so touching. I have some of those; they are reminders of the past that keep me happily functional in the present.
Want in on a secret? Hmm, tho't you might so here it is! I am not perfect...not by a long shot. So what...you aren't surprised? Well, what d'ya know 'bout that...tho't I had you fooled...my bad.
Just kidding...no perfect people around that I know of; anyway, we're told if we think we're perfect? We're just lying...just lying. Doesn't mean we should give it up; just means we (okay, not you...me)...I should and am trying harder to be like God wants and knows I could be...I should be.
Some know...many don't know...I've had serious issues in the past. I chose to put myself in harms way by becoming addicted to prescription drugs...for a very, very long time. I'm very ashamed of that weakness; ashamed of the hurt I caused to my loved ones. Not a good thing...not at all. But, it happened...I deliberately allowed it to happen over a period of years! Without a valid reason, I might add.
Oh well, that's in the past and thank God for the intervention of five men in my life...the most precious five loves of my life.
In what was the number one humiliating, heartbreaking and embarrassing event in my lifetime...Michael had our four sons fly up North for an intervention with me, the target. Me? Yes me...their mother. These guys were in their 30's...I was? Let's just say 'older', shall we?
I was on my last legs, so to speak. If they hadn't stepped in I wouldn't be around today...I was in bad shape and really didn't care one way or the other...whatever!
The boys stayed with us several days; the day before they all flew home a couple of them disappeared into town for several hours. You know how mom's are...where are they and why don't they come back? I could imagine all sorts of things they might be cooking up after what I'd done. Not so! They returned with that most precious something...a special moment..a few words...for keeps!
A brass heart box, velvet lined with this inscription on the lid:
Dear Mom,
Never forget we always love you!
Steve, Jeff, Pat & Scott
The box is always in my room and several times each day I look at it, read those words and think about the implications! You think that doesn't change my life, change my thinking? A thousand times over; and that box really gets around. It has moved from Wisconsin...to Poolville (Tx)...to Changsha China...to Qingdao China and presently resting in Weatherford (Tx).
Never forget we always love you?
M and I have been talking about Jesus' parable of the 'Prodigal Son'...oh how happy that father was when that son who'd been away and in such a terrible state...came home! That boy had wasted everything his father had given him and was content just to be a servant in his father's household. But the father was like...I always love you, son...I always love you! Such love!
My precious men remind me of how dearly loved I am;
"Never forget we always love you!"
Jeff, Pat, Scott and Steve
As if that wasn't/isn't enough...it gets better...the icing on the cake is out of this world...totally!
I...me...the one who was so foolish...so terrible...oh yes, that awful me has a heavenly Father who constantly and ever so lovingly reminds me, "Never forget, I always love you!"
Never forget??? I'm not about to forget...trust me.
From my heart...to yours!
Vasca
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