I forgot you were so available in these moments. I try all my resources. Fail. You ARE our present help. I search through page after page, website after website. I feel the desperation rising, but I feel your Spirit rising even more. Mouth open, baby in arms, voice singing out…the crying stops. You are worthy to be worshipped, even if nothing changes. Your love covers and holds us. I can worship! You are here!
– Mary Katherine Burbach
The sadness wells from my heart’s melancholy meanderings bringing a gray cast to the sun-filled day. How quickly anxious thoughts attempt their takeover of my mind! Wash me, Holy One, with your life-giving words until worry loses its grip and melts in the presence of peace. “Bring me back from gray exile. Put a fresh wind in my sails.” Psalm 51:12 (The Message)
I am not restricted. I am not trapped. God is the same yesterday, today, tomorrow… forever. A beautiful baby, tiny in body, but bringing me MORE freedom. Not a burden, but a joy. FREEDOM is here in its fullest. I enjoy him. I enjoy this.
-Mary Katherine Burbach
Feet propped, I put baby to breast as my weary body relaxes into the worn cushions of the chair. These quiet moments with my child provide nourishment for both of us. I blink and the memory fades into the mosaic of his life. I look up, he’s towering over me, blond curls askew, and his 18-year-old frame lanky and tall. “I love you mom.” My eyes mist. “I love you, son.”