The Lord of the Harvest

My daughter says I look sad.
Takes my hand in both of hers.
We are learning to speak the truth here so...
I look up from my chair.
Into all that beauty framed in long blond strands.
When she says, "Look me in the eyes, Mom."
There is nowhere to hide.
The grief days I have sometimes.
Over what has been lost.
By following this Jesus.
She says it is nothing compared to what has been gained.
My life.
The life of this family.
I nod numb.
Because nobody can take Jesus away from me.
And nothing can snatch me from His hand. 
I know where I am going when I die.
Heaven.
Just...
Don't want to be missing anyone on the other side.
Sit up late tonight and pray.

Lord of the harvest, bring them in.

Bernadette