This weekend has been difficult for me. It started Friday afternoon when Hendrix gave me a "Grandmother--Mother's Day" card. I read the words aloud to her and by the middle of the poem I was in tears. I knew I was dreading this weekend, my first Mother's Day in seventeen years without my son, but I didn't know how tender I had become. I had lots of fun things scheduled to do this weekend, but I immediately knew some of them would have to happen without me. The tears are back and they come with little warning--this is not a good thing when you are in public.
So I spent Friday evening working on my message for the WHS Class of 2011's Baccalaureate service. But what do I say to them?
It has been a year of extreme highs (lots of success on the athletic fields and in the classroom) and extreme lows (controversies, deaths, general teenage stress). I want the message to be one of faith and hope.
So please pray that the words they need to hear are the words I write. Pray for strength for me as I share my heart and for them as they hear the words. Pray for open ears and open hearts. Please pray for me and for the WHS Class of 2011.