We see life in between the fault lines
her husband left her, a year ago, there three children all live abroad
Missionary in Uganda
Peace core
Teaching English in China
I cant tell you the way her heart swelled as she relayed the stories of her newly wed son, still a child, married in traditional ugandan fashion, in the desert, with his new wifes family, none of them spoke english... she was able to see her son web, and meet her new family. A world away, while his mothers life was falling apart, his life was coming together, like she could never have experienced, this is a new world.
Her daughter left Scott, he was no good for her anyways, her students were to important and Scott wanted to get married, her daughter was to young, she was coming home for a month to help her mom move into a smaller apartment, since the divorce, money had been tight, and she couldnt make the house payments.
The peace core took her eldest to Azerbijan, on the iranian border, no peace, no hope, just lives torn apart, hearts looking for a home. Her son was bringing that home to them, that hope was in his eyes, in his hug, the children loved him most...
There mother told story after story of her lovely children making something great of there lives, all the while she hid the pain and harsh reality that hers had fallin apart, she was ashamed everytime she spoke of there father, maybe he ran out on her, maybe he had another lover, I never found out, but thats okay...
I wanted to tell her... I wanted to hug her, and tell her, that her life is not falling apart, her life is not in shambles, I wanted to hold her hand and walk with her as she picked out her tomatoes and her lettuce and reassure her that her children are pushing on a legacy so much greater then that of a perfect marriage, of perfect parents...
I walked away from that QFC with some hope... that life will go on, when life falls apart... life will go on...
thank you for that, Mother in QFC, thank you.
