Flash Floods and Finish Lines

http://www.dreamstime.com/royalty-free-stock-image-little-girl-backpack-standing-mountain-top-day-time-image45156926I didn’t think I was going to write a “thinking about and missing my mom” post this Mother’s Day. Then, this morning, I was scrolling through Facebook and a friend had shared a reunion video. Her mom was about to run her first half-marathon and my friend (an avid runner) decided to secretly fly clear across the country and show up to run the race with her mom.

The video shows my friend running up on her mom during her final pre-race training run. As I watched the joy and delight come over her mom upon seeing her daughter standing there next to her, a sudden rush of emotion suddenly came over me.  It seemed to come out of no where…like flash floods and rising waters during the monsoon season I can still remember from my Arizona childhood.

The dam broke and the tears fell.

I cried because of the beauty.
I cried because of the love.
I cried because of a question that flashed across my brain. Would I have been that kind of daughter, Lord…one who would fly across the country to surprise her mom?
I cried because, yes Lord, “hope IS a beautiful thing, maybe the best of things” and just like Andy Dufresne (of course it’s another Shawshank Redemption reference), I know that no good thing ever dies.
I cried because even through the tears, and the missing, and the subtle ache that never ever goes away, I am certain at the end of this race, a joyful reunion awaits. My running partner will be  waiting for me  at the finish line.  Both my mom and my Savior have made me that promise.

“When I get to Heaven I’ll understand the pain
And I’ll hurt for those who have not come yet
But I won’t hurt the same”  ~Steve Moakler, Holiday at Sea

“We have this hope as an anchor for the soul, firm and secure. It enters the inner sanctuary behind the curtain,” – Hebrews 6:19

 

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