Jesus, Please Just Hold Me A While

When I get a little scattered and can't seem to collect myself, I can only ask My Best Friend To Sit with me and hold me while I gather the fragments and with His help, try to put them into place. Some days, I don't get a hold of every loose piece, but His holding me seems to knit them all back together in a workable way. Today is just one of those precious days when I find myself resting in His arms while He makes me whole again.

I  wrote this on June 3rd, 2009. It's my Mom's birthday (one of her favorite holidays). My birthday was only three days later and she used to say I was her belated present. Which made me smile and still does when I remember those words. We used to celebrate our birthdays  together like they were peices of cake. She has been gone now for forty three years. Birthdays were special when she was alive. She was different during those moments, more focused and in control of her self. There was always a homemade cake, house was decorated with at one or two presents for both of us. 

We were always together on those dates as though they were sacred somehow until I got to high school when she would wake me early for cake and presents, then send me off with my friends.