Yielding

     I'm not sure what this post has to do with Mother's Day except that today I shared with a friend going through her first Mother's Day since losing one of her sons, about the special comfort God arranged for me on my first Mother's Day after losing Trace. His final gift--a Snap-On cookie jar he ordered for me before he died. The kids found it in his RV when they cleaned it out and kept it a secret until Mother's Day. It is now one of my most prized possessions and a precious reminder of the many ways God prepared ahead of time to help with our loss. 

    And something about the persistence of spring, leaves and blossoms bursting forth from bare trees, lawn and plants green and growing again, reminds me of the resurrection. Every living thing God has created remains unyieldingly alive.

 

Yielding 

 

Sometimes a stubborn winter seems

like it won't yield its place to spring.

When all the weak sun has to show

for finally melting winter snow

is dormant grass and matching mud--

yet spring will teem with leaves and buds.

 

Sometimes I sit beside your grave

knowing full well your soul is safe

with Jesus, still I long to see

the body that was dear to me

so strong, but weak with imperfection--

yet stubborn death will yield to resurrection. 

 

5/10/25