Liz's Letters

The sun was bright as we lounged poolside. It was just me and my daughter. I sensed a little agitation in her mood the past few weeks and was eager to spend some time together. So, we sat, side by side in our chairs, eyes closed, yard silent all but the hum of the pool pump and I waited. I waited for a clue, a hint, an opening and it came as she read a text message on her phone. “He’s going to the lake. (silence) I was invited but I don’t want to go.” Praying, I responded, “Why not?” She had a pimple. She didn’t want to be in her swim suit in front of his friend. After a little while, deeper thoughts began to surface and the reason for her moodiness. Boy trouble. (sigh) Through out the day, dialogues continued on and off between the two of them; even a dinner date. By the end of the night, they decided it would be best if they were to break up. Oh, a broken heart. And as a mom, my heart broke right along with hers. I cried when she did. I even watched his facebook t...

A few years after the birth of my second son, I decided it would be a great idea to try for a daughter. It took almost four years- after I convinced my husband that trying for a girl was a good idea - to get her here. That journey is a post on it's own, and not the topic of today's thoughts, but today I am thinking, "I had no idea!" I had no idea how it would feel to have a daughter. When she was born, I cried. And I would look at her and cry again. I simply couldn't believe that she was really mine. And I was certain she was a princess. By the time she was 3 years old, she was convinced of it too. My husband and I had a little " unspoiling " to do. I found this difficult, because after all , she really was a princess. Shhh . Well, she is 16 now, and even though "Fairytale" is not really the name of where we live, it felt that way last weekend as our daughter (aka Princess) went to her first prom. I really had no idea how it would feel. She i...

She descends the stairs; a princess And my mind wanders back to another time, she pretended in my high heels and a fireman hat. She was not quite three Now her dress-up clothes are real, her shoes, on feet; pedicured and perfect. They spin around for me to admire her hair, and to tie her sash She came into the room a toddler and she walks out a woman. I watch her walk away, her blond hair shining in the sun Memories of my conversation, asking God for the chance to see her walk away from me, in a dress, with long hair gently on her back. His answer came perfect and now, I can only give her back to Him who blessed me with this woman, my child.

Is this where I will be taking my next vacation? It could be. (if you don't recognize the city, it is Ho Chi Minh City, aka Saigon) Tonight, I am grateful for the previous post ...grateful for the times that God lets me in on things. Because tonight, I am wondering what in the world is going on. Just when I think things are going one way.... something changes. Yesterday, I thought my son and his girlfriend were moving to Texas this month. Today, he told me they are thinking of moving to Vietnam. (for a year) It's not a done deal...but... (he's been offered a job) you just never know. Hanging on for dear life, In other words, trusting....