Matters of the Heart

It's those heart felt moments.  When you really feel the "wish wash" sound of the heart of another.  When you know that your broken heart is felt by the sheer compassion of that person looking you in the eye.  A knowing that life can be so brutal and the sharing is all that can be done.

A momma's heart feels many things.  This momma's heart knows that the stories others tell about their children are even more precious then they know.  A co-worker said "I'm sorry.  Sometimes I go on and on about my children.  Is it difficult?"  I smiled.  "No.  It's the way it is supposed to be" was my reply.  I remember the day, not so long ago of telling stories of school days.  Stories that linger in the hallways, bleachers and play grounds where my children attended.  The memories are good.

And I'm thankful for them.

The very next day, another momma shared her heart.  The memories that are a commonality with our families.  The good stuff.  The tough stuff.  "How do you cope?" was the question.  Cope.  Deal.  Get through.  All words that ran briefly through my mind.  Easy question really.  I shared with her that my faith is strong, unwavering.  Has been.  So thankful that I know who to call out to, who to turn to in the darkness of the sea of sorrow where I find myself.  I told her that Jesus is my answer.  That I spend many days laying at His feet.  The feeling of his soft robe against my cheek.  The ultimate comfort.

My heart.  I suppose that's the question.  Has it survived?  I described it to my friend as scar tissue.  Scar tissue never goes away.  Never changes.  You just learn to live with it and look past it when you look deep because it is just part of who you are.

My sister and her family taught me to look for heart rocks.  So everywhere I go, I look for these unexplained and amazing symbols of love.  It's not difficult, you just have to be alert and aware.  Recently on a trip to a high mountain lake with my family, I even found one that I didn't try to pack home.  It was the most perfect large heart rock I'd ever seen. 

But as my sister said, all rocks are Heart Rocks...some just aren't finished yet.