A little girl
In her room
Playing
Its a nice day
She rides her bike
Smiling, laughing
It's a good day
On her way home
She remembers she forgot her chores
Will her parents be mad
She apologizes
No mercy
No love seen
Why
She had only love in her heart
Where was the love in return
She had lost so much already
She longed to be loved back
But all she could find was hearache
She was called to something more
Surely there was more to her life
She had been chosen, selected, plucked out
Of her misery
She is all grown up
No longer a little girl
Still lost, still seeking her calling to be fulfilled
Love was found
In an unlikely place
Was it enough, would it last
Or would it be taken away
But from childhood
She had built up walls
She learned to protect herself
She learned not to be loved
Learned not to show love
But she longed for it
To give it, to receive it
She longed for her calling
She longed for more than her life had accomplished
Her vision was fading
But she had been called, chosen, plucked out
She was placed within love's boundaries
Love could not escape her
She need only to embrace it
To accept the love of her Father
Sent through her husband, children, and friends
Would it hurt, would she hurt, could she lose it
Yes it would, she would, it could
But she would have it, Him
He was what she needed
He is Love
Without His Love, she would fulfill her calling, her vision
And her vision would not fade
It was awaiting its appointed time
It seemed slow, but she waited
It will surely come and without delay
Only she could fulfill her calling
Her vision was hers alone
He would fulfill that which was promised
She need only embrace every aspect
She was a little girl
Now a beautiful woman
A wonderful mother
An exceptional wife
A daughter, called, chosen, plucked out
With a Father that would not forsake her
The Good News of Mother's Day
10 years ago
