I Can Hear You
I lay awake at night. You are not here, but I can hear your voice in my head…in my heart.
“Gammaw, I want come you house.”
But you are so far away now. Too far away to come here… here where you have always felt safe and loved.
I finally get to talk to you on the phone. I can hear the sadness and loneliness in your voice.
“Pease, Gammaw, get in you car and come get me.”
I try not to let you hear the tears in my voice, as I hear the tears in yours. It is not by choice that we are apart. It is some wicked twist of fate that has taken you away from me and Papa.
“Gammaw, I want to talk wif Jesus in you bed.”
I explain that Jesus can hear your bedtime prayers anywhere you are.
“No, Gammaw, in you bed.”
I cry as I listen to you, knowing you can not possibly understand what has happened in your life. How can you when I am a grownup, and I don’t even understand. Papa cries too, as he hears the longing in your voice. It is the same longing we feel in our hearts.
“Listen to me… Papa and I will see you and your little brother as soon as we can… you hear me?”
With sad resignation you answer, “I hear you, Gammaw.”
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“Lord, I don’t know if I can take this. It is too hard. Please put Your hedge of protection around the boys. Let them know that we love them. More importantly, let them know that You love them. Please let someone talk to them about You, Jesus. Let them hear Your voice. Be with them when we cannot.”
I lay awake…You are here…I hear Your voice in my head…in my heart…
“My child…I hear you.”
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