IT COULD BE THE WINE...

Why can't I stop?  I have not been able to stem the tide of my tears today. They sneak upon me when I least expect it.

What are they from?

It could be the wine...

But the wine softens my hard shell and makes me wonder....

Will the children that I pounded my fists and begged God for ever love Him as much as I do? Will they ever have dreams of living for God?

Will my shattered heart ever be mended?

Will God love me again? 

Does God really have a purpose for my broken dreams?

Is it because this is my first Mother's Day as an orphan? Ever since my dad died in 2004, I dreaded the death of my mother. Of course, there were many reasons why, but the most looming reason was that I, as an orphan, would be left without a parent to pray for me.

But scripture says that Jesus makes intercession for us to the Father. That should be comforting.

While I don't miss my mom in many ways, I miss the historical fact that she was always there to pray - day or night.... and she did.

So, it's just a stray thought along with a river running down my face tonight.

Wondering....