A Norvell Note 

May 10 – Vol. 30 No. 18

The Cries of Our Hearts

“Trust in him at all times, O people;

         Pour out your hearts to him,

         For God is our refuge.” (Psalm 62:8)

O God, here are the cries of my heart.

My heart cries for the mother who is pouring out her heart for her children, for the mother who is pouring out her heart for the child she lost, or who is far away, and the mother who is pouring out her heart for the child she never had and never will have.  

My heart cries out for the mother who must endure another Mother’s Day without knowing where her child is. 

My heart cries out for a mother confined to the waiting room as her child undergoes surgery, or another surgery she never imagined her child would need. 

My heart cries out for children, regardless of their age, whose hearts cry out for their mother, who left them long ago. 

My heart cries out for the mother who hugged her child as they boarded a plane headed for a war zone, wondering if she would ever hug them again. My heart cries out for the mother as she anxiously waits for news of the war. And for the mother who greets the flag-covered casket as it is unloaded from the plane returning from the war. 

My heart cries out with joy for the mother who holds her child, regardless of their age, in her arms and hears them say, “I love you forever.”

“Trust in him at all times, O people;

         Pour out your hearts to him,

         For God is our refuge.” (Psalm 62:8)

I love you.

Tom

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