Mother's Day morning...
I could sleep in, since our children had plans to make breakfast.
Lemon scones dripping with lemony glaze, a beautiful fruit plate and hot scrambled eggs.
Food of kings.
( ♥ Thanks you3, for a wonderful Mother's Day! ♥ )
But instead of sleeping in, at 4:30 a.m. I was woken by noises from outside;
the sound of instruments growing louder by the moment.
And I remembered the festival of the patron saint of the neighborhood.
I was now wide awake,
listening to the band's notes ebb and flow
as they wended their way up and down the neighboring streets.
I went up to the deck with my camera, hoping to catch them again.
But for a long time it was only me
and the birds
welcoming the dawn.
Finally, at 5:30, the notes grew louder, and I knew they'd be passing by soon.
But it wasn't a marching band this year,
no following parade,
just a group of enthusiastic guys in the bed of a truck;
guys who obviously hadn't thought of sleeping in on Mother's Day!
In the morning, O LORD, You will hear my voice;
In the morning I will order my prayer to You
and eagerly watch.
But God sent them to wake me
so that instead of ushering Mother's Day in with more sleep,
I could rise,
and in a quiet place give thanks for my own sweet mother,
now at home in Glory,
for my mother-in-law who has always shown me such love,
and for this privilege of being a mother,
for the gift I have in parenting these three gifts of God together with Mark.
I am eternally grateful.
I do hope you weren't woken quite as early as I,
and that you had a wonderful Mother's Day, too!