Happy birthday to my mom! This beautiful and zesty woman is my look-alike, my adventure buddy, and my theological sparring partner, and the fact that this day was chosen to be National Coffee Day is proof that she’s God’s favorite. She herself doesn’t need that little wink to remind or convince her, however, because she’s moved house and now lives in the dimension where the constant and abundant adoration of God flows untainted by doubt, or fear, or any kind of evidence to the contrary. I’m envious. I still live in a place where all kinds of things claim they can separate me from the love of God, and the ways that I treat myself and other people prove that I believe them too much of the time. How tiresome; how utterly vexing. What an immense relief it must be to suddenly become unencumbered by the weight of our own judgments, to have every limitation removed, and to be able to experience the full measure of Love in our beings. Can you even imagine? It sounds insanely euphoric, and I suspect that that’s an understatement.
In honor of my mom I’m sharing my cover of a song she loved:
Come to Jesus, by Mindy Smith.
I bet it resonates even more now. I hope you enjoy it, too.
I miss you, Mom. I love you so much.