I thought a lot about my momma this past Mother's Day. It was the first one in my 53 years without her. This time I could not call her, send her a card, buy her a gift or take her out to a favorite restaurant.
It's true I was on the other side of the world in a place called Kurdistan. She never went to Kurdistan. She never traveled very far outside of the one place she always called home. Maybe that's why it was such a thrill for me to phone her upon my return from places like Kurdistan. She was always full of questions about places her eyes would never see but her mind wanted to imagine. Every adventure I have followed God on has been deeply transforming in my life. Trying to describe that to others can sometimes be a tad disappointing. Fidgeting, yawns and general apathy can quickly lead to putting away the "vacation slides."
I missed my mom this Mothers Day. I miss her more upon my return. She would have loved Kurdistan and listened so intensely as I described my experiences there.
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