My mother knew. She
had heard it in the short talks I practiced with her for civics and speech
classes in high school. She read it in
my poorly constructed papers, and poorly written sentences in high school English. She also read it in the poetry I wrote and
sent her in the letters from summer church and Boy Scout camps I worked in
Louisiana, Texas, and New Hampshire. She
highlighted the lines of poetry, wrote me encouraging words, bundled these letters,
tied them with string and saved them for me as a gift after her passing. My mom dreamed of me being a preacher. I never doubted after her passing she watched
me as I worked intently for years to put my lessons together for the adult Sunday
school classes I taught.
My dad was too tired when home so we had a hard time
connecting for years. Years after my mom
passed, I had an opportunity to speak at a meeting in Baton Rouge about wellness
and my dad attended the meeting, it was the first time he had heard me
speak. I remember walking out with him
as he tightly gripped my hand, and before he got into his car, he held me
tightly and wept. He knew.
Most days as I put the final sentences of my blog together I feel
tears from heaven streaming down my face as I realize I am trying to describe life lessons my
mom and dad tried so hard to give me before they passed. But now, I feel tears of joy knowing both, in
their own way knew someday I’d not only learn these life lessons but pass them
onto others. When was the last time you
experienced tears from heaven from mentors, friends, and family? Life lessons you have learned and are ready
to pass on to others. Thanks, mom!
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