Just because . . .

I'm happy to report that our empty nest has yet to grow eerily quiet. Oh yeah, I'd be lying if I said that wasn't a fear I'd had. But it's been just the contrary. Instead, we're blessed with regular visits or at least drive-by's, from the Priss and her Prince - often to include the granddog of course. And we're blessed to have a 'grown' granddaughter who actually wants to spend time with her Nana and Papa.

But even with that, it's more often the memories of childhood laughter, running (always the running) and even the occasional sounds of bickering that still fill our home and my heart. They may be physically absent from our house, but they left behind so many sweet and powerful memories.

That being said, I got a call from my son last night. And afterwards I found myself recalling that laughter, running and so many other sounds and memories of his childhood. Those few sweet, short years of a serious case of mommy-itis that had his dad convinced he'd surely be a sissy. The bike wrecks, the bumps, the bruises, the splinters, the annual poison ivy,

the constant - 24/7 - melody of Mama, Mama, Mama, Mama 



and the big brother role he still plays so well.

All of those sweet, sweet memories ...

The fact that he called - not because he had a question, a problem or because he wanted something -but 'just to talk' left this mama's heart singing and her thoughts chocked full of memories all night long. He called because I'm his mama and he loves me. :) 

So when I was still recalling that conversation this morning, I found myself also wondering if this is how God must feel when I 'call' him. Not because I need something or have yet another problem. But just to talk - just because I love him ...

 “Call to me,” says the Lord, “and I will answer you. And I will show you great and wonderful things which you do not know,” (Jeremiah 33:3 NLV).

Until later :)