Worn Out Heart

How does a mother give up on her son? Is it possible... even if she wanted to?

Once again, I am trying to pick up the pieces of my much-broken heart. 

I am artfully fitting each piece back where it belongs.... or as I remember it.

It's a worn-out puzzle. 

Almost unrecognizable.

As I look at the once again patched and finished product... I find it hard to remember what it looked like when it was new.... when I first began the loving of this child.

All of the hopes.

All of the dreams

All of the expectations.

All of the promises I thought God had for him.

All of the prayers and blessings over this one child.

So many dashed dreams. So much hope deferred.

So hard to not give up.

Impossible to give up on this beating heart.