My oldest has called, and asks to take his mother to the zoo – just to have some time together. Cool mornings are chased out by the welcomed warmth of the afternoon. This time of year we layer sleeveless tops, with cardigan sweaters, or wind breakers. My skin, pale as winter’s snow, soaks in the sun which warms my bone chilled body, as we walk through the gate of the zoo.
My son, is in his early thirties, takes my arm and guides me to the sky-lift. While passing over all types of animals, my son, “the encyclopedia”, begins to tell me about the animals, where they come from, and the habitat in which they are accustomed to living, even the food that they should be given to the animals. As he talks, I am taking pictures and listening.
Having time with my children, one-on-one, is precious to me. They are all grown, busy with life, and time with them – once an endless running fountain, has slowed to a trickle. I miss them.
So, today, I am sharing our adult trip to the zoo.
As I type this, I hear the Lord saying the same thing to me. “I miss you when we don’t have time together.”
Thank you Lord, for time with my son.
Thank you that you call to me to come and spend time with you.
Thank you that You are always there, waiting for me to call to you, and then listening to all I have to say.
I love you, Lord.
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