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Another Precious Sunday

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A new day dawning

Him pushing to get done the regular stuff that Sunday\’s demand

Through study, I\’ve come to know that nervous chatter,

His spirit restless, uncomfortable.

Those are the moments I just want to hold him.

Wish I could crawl up beside him and let him know

he\’s not alone, that everything will be \”just fine\”.

I sense his reluctance

Finding the courage, not that liquid courage  

but that real courage,  to face whatever

awaits him this day, this time, this visit.  

Will he be received or will rejection come hard and heavy

Reminding him of how he somehow failed.

But I applaud his determination to face whatever awaits

him. Knowing there was a time when he would just

Check out – retreating to wherever that temporary

State of being would lure him.  Someplace where

He didn’t have to feel those things that hurt him,

A lonely place……

A place where nobody really cared and He cared about

Nobody.

Focusing only on the next time, the next thing

The next time when he could feel the comfort of nothingness

That place where nothing was expected of him.

That place where nobody took him seriously

And yet he kept, he keeps fighting, taking that

Trek up the hill, walking in to find them together

Wanting to say nothing but longing to see acceptance

And love in their eyes – wanting them to understand

That yes, he’s made some mistakes

But he’s  still here, he still loves them, he still needs them

On his side.

And today – no condemnation.  Dad with a certain anxiousness

Asking lots of questions…..

Mom, more alert today – ready to eat, trying to tell him

Things – perhaps trying to reassure him that everything

Will be “just fine”.

How blessed and comforted  he feels today, 

Having spent some time with them – in that home away from home.

They see him out, sitting in the hallway, watching him

Take that walk that he’s taken just about every Sunday for

The past 2-½ years.

Never knowing what to expect but just needing to be there

He knows all too well that things could change at any moment.

There will come a time when he won\’t come here, when this

will be just a memory…….

He glances back one more time.

Precious and few are the moments shared.

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