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Topic: Valentine (05/16/05)
TITLE: Her Oasis
By Pat Guy
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Ann noticed the silence immediately. A silence that screams WARNING, WARNING! The universal language of…… the silence of children.
One rule was clear in the house, “When mom is taking a shower, there is to be ‘No Throwing!’” – especially during ball season with two pitchers in the family. Even Nerf balls can become “weapons of destruction!”
She sensed something wrong…. both kids were in their rooms with the door shut. “Uh oh, the catastrophe must be in the living room,” she thought, expecting a smashed lampshade or two.
The kids could hear their mom gasp, and then…. nothing. They had expected their names to be shouted and the inevitable, “Come here!”
But at first glance, Ann couldn’t assimilate what lay before her eyes – rejecting the reality.
Her beautiful carved set of four wooden palm trees lay in pieces on the couch. A hand carved palm for each of them. The place they stood for two years was now conspicuously empty. They were the last gift Charles carved for her before cancer took him away. Her Oasis.
He had worked diligently to finish them. Even as he became bedridden, it drove him to hold on, to complete each piece. God let him, and only then would he let go.
And there her heart lay – in pieces.
She said nothing as she sat down next to this brokenness. This is what her life has felt like the past two years – broken. The palms somehow managed to make her feel whole, like they were still all together – her Oasis.
She knew the kids were waiting. “They’re probably scared – their hearts must be breaking,” she thought, knowing what she must do.
Trying to keep her voice steady, and tenderly as she could, Ann called to her children. The tears she tried to hide gently flowed as she gathered them in her arms. No longer afraid, they buried their shame in the crook of their mom’s neck.
“It’s alright – it’s ok kids,” she murmured softly.
“I’ll figure something out. Just go back to your room for awhile, ok? I love you.”
Mumbling, “I love you.” back to mom, they hurried off.
Looking down at the broken palms, Ann thought of the Valentines Day card already prepared for tomorrow. Valentines had always been a sweet, simple celebration for her and Charles – the cards she still bought were normally placed among the trees in her Oasis.
Kneeling by the couch, she gathered the pieces in her arms and buried her face in the smooth, cool wood he so lovingly touched. He felt close – out of reach close. A mournful sigh filled the small space – tears of longing fell.
The whisper of her name….
Light finding It’s way…….
Fresh breezes of Hope stirred within her spirit. Pain eased its grip, fading like Morning’s first mist. Love bathed her soul as rain.
Her Precious Savior, Who had suffered so, touched her heart, her soul, her spirit – she turned to Him. He had been waiting. He filled her now with new desire to breathe, to feel, to dream. She leaned into The Presence of her Loving God. He felt closer than life beating within her heart. A sigh of freedom released to open space – cleansing tears fell. She was Home – her Oasis. She embraced this healing, savoring these moments……….
Ann looked at the broken palms before her with new eyes; thinking, “There’s work to be done. Tomorrow is Valentines Day.
Stroking the smooth, cool wood she now had a plan!
“The kids are going to like this,” she smiled, as she gathered the broken pieces.
Steven and Michelle woke to new picture frames adorned suspiciously with wooden palm leaves. Each propped a large chocolate heart accompanied by a huge Valentines Day card. Their latest baseball and softball pictures incased in the frames.
She put away the rest of the wood – who knows; the kids might want to carve an Oasis for their own families – or something else.
The Valentines Day card? Lovingly placed in a Memory Box handcrafted by her many years ago.
And the conspicuously empty space that once held her Oasis, now displayed a vacation family photo, with a crazy acting dad refusing to cooperate. Encased in a new frame suspiciously adorned with wooden palm leaves, carved by love – for love.
A perfect gift of past, present and future!
With a sweet sigh to her God, Ann whispered,
“Thank you –
Happy Valentines Day to me!”
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