Wondering about my Wanderings

A distant hope

A distant hope is the best way to describe my present state of being. I do not know if that is anything that is good bad or indifferent. I consider that at times the far away is calling and when you get there it is better than you ever thought it would be. This holiday will be another reminder that mom is not there. She died only a few months ago.

My memory is one that is filled with times I could not be there for one reason or another.

I remember that I was at home for thanksgiving In 1975 and then there was a bout with mental illness that made me miss a couple of years. There were two thanksgivings before I left for Kansas city for minister training and then shortly after my divorce another surprise visit in a blizzard. By the grace of God I got there and made it home.

This year I will be at work all day and will no doubt be reminded of the days I missed. In my own mind in this blessed space of writing masterpieces I see on a blank screen my mom preparing a grand thanksgiving feast being prepared just for me. It is just waiting for the right time for me to get there. What may seem like an eternity is only a day away in God's scheme of things. Do you too see the feast? It may be a distant hope, and yet at the same time it is something to look forward to. I hope you can be there too.