August is here – a month drenched in significance and redemption.
A month when Luke was born
And Jason died.
And three of my children said good bye to a mother.
Luke, who was declared terminal at 20 weeks in utero. Luke, who was never supposed to see the light of day & yet defied every odd when he came screaming into this world on August 12, 2004.
Jason, my late husband, a personal trainer and tennis pro- took his last breath on August 24, 2010 & entered the most beautiful light of day when he won his eternal race and accepted the crown of life.
Tate, Mya, and Jada – four days later, August 28, 2010, mourned the loss of their mother – a deep ache that no child should ever have to bear.
Each one intertwined to form a bigger story.
The eternal symbolism is never lost on me.
His strength is made perfect in our weakness.
A strong father who fought for three years – gone.
A young mother full of life and four months later – gone.
A little boy, the meekest of the meek, declared dead and 15 years later, living and thriving and spreading the message of hope with every step he takes.
His ways are never our ways.
“For I am God and you are not” thus sayeth the Lord of Hosts.
Blessed are the meek
And the weak
And the lonely
And those gasping for one more breath
And those with IV’s in their arms
And those swallowing big pills
For even bigger problems
And those seeped in depression
And those on food stamps
And those writhing in addiction
And those who aren’t sure they can make it one more day
Blessed are the single moms
And the dads too
And those crying out for relief
And those living in the shadows
Or those weeping beside a grave
Blessed are all of the Luke’s who came defiantly screaming into this world
With a gigantic F*#% YOU!
PG version –
And blessed are YOU
The meek of this world
Blessed are YOU for you shall inherit the earth.
Just keep livin.