If there’s no one beside you when your soul embarks, I’ll follow you into the dark
My mother is an incredible woman. Her dad, my grandfather, who is one of the few constant role models in my life, died in the Vietnam war when she was just twelve years old. She knows her bible better than most any pastor. And the one thing she struggles with, that I’ve heard her mention, at least, is what Jesus said about there being no more marriage in heaven. She knows that heaven will be wonderful beyond her wildest dreams, and that she will have perfect communion with her heavenly father, but part of her is still concerned that she won’t be able to call my dad her husband.
My relationship with my parents has really grown lately. We’ve talked about things recently that I never would have talked to them about before. I’m proud to call them my parents.
Tonight, as I was leaving Danger Zone’s apartment, a couple random guys were walking down the street, and it would be a fair guess that they were intoxicated. I’ve grown pretty callous to the drunks who wander the Starkville streets at night, and the random greetings they yell to the strangers they pass, but this guy… he looked at me and asked “Hey, how are you? Are you having a good night?” My response was a polite “Yeah, thanks.” Then he said “You are loved. You are cared about.” He walked up to me, extending his arm for a handshake, but then suddenly we were hugging. “I love you, I care about you. You are loved, you are cared about, you are not alone in this world.” I don’t know where it came from. Try as I might I couldn’t resent his random encouragement. I held it together, and then I got in my car, and I knew that if God Himself had been walking down that street, He’d have said the same thing. That’s when I broke down and wept.
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