It was another Mother’s Day.....

Both of us seemed to be glad for the other one’s situation. After that it was hard for us to line up and we both missed a couple of calls. In the end, that’s okay too though, really. So things should just stay the same as it has already been written, right? 

Waking up early, last Sunday on Mother’s Day. I decided I own my own choices, it is not all written. Otherwise, what’s free choice or growth or faith in the process? Therefore, nothing is written until it happens. So if it is not recorded, how do we know it even happened? Otherwise, it’s always a choice or circumstance you may or may not lead oneself to. No, how could that be, right? Yeah, our mind is twisted, yet so are the flocks. Everyone always wants to be right, no one can be wrong long enough to become right. And then become wrong again to find growth and knowledge of life or circumstance. What a world we live in. It’s almost like a dirty fish tank or not well-kept one. Yes, disruption or overflow is good to find life. However, isn’t anything, in great mass, gorging?

Along the way, we had a blast. I made my daughter, Makayla, take pictures as we went. In which, she was not pleased, I promise that. But for real what if, right? I have found some cool things out at that cemetery over the years, to tell you the truth. From green orbs in the early morning to a rainbow that formed over my had on Christmas Day to what I believe was an angel with wings on Halloween. I had a picture but lost it. Grrrr, oh well. Sorry drifted a bit, my bad, I am back on track. So as we were saying, I had her taking pictures and boy was she mad. However, I was loving it and having fun with it, just in case. Truthfully, I wanted those pictures just on an outside chance, you know, right?

Making our way through the park, we crossed the stage and grass field. The kids went to play on the jungle gym. Then, we went to the cemetery to feed the birds, and so I could pay and speak with our ancestors, all of life through Earth up to Jesus. The birds began to sing and fly by or around. We saw a squirrel or two. One squirrel jumped off the stump and ran to the building next to the stump. Smiling, I reached for my camera on my phone, as last time I was there was about two Sundays ago. I filmed the animals after I prayed that day, so I could watch them eat and hear them sing.

As we walked closer, I heard, “Hey Dad, that’s your hand!” My daughter, Blair, was very excited. Then Cody spoke up, “Yeah, Dad, that’s your hand!” As I turned my head away from where I was looking,I saw what they were looking at. With that, I dropped to my knees and prayed, cried and was blown away. I am blessed beyond in so many ways, on a day that has haunted me and my sons for years. I was given a gift from our Mother, Earth. After we were home for a couple of hours, we went back and wiped it all off to see if it would go away. Nah, it stayed for a total of 28 days. I went today, to do what we always do. It was vague, but I saw it. What does that mean? Well, nothing to anyone else, but to me? It means everything!!! Thank you for your time.