Today is my daughter’s birthday. And though Bekah lives far away and I miss her every day, I am so proud of the life she lives right where God has assigned her.
She is like me in so many ways— she loves books and stories and poetry and people and home and beauty…
And yet, really, we couldn’t be more different— she is vivacious while I am hesitant, she is bold while I am careful, she gobbles her world in great gulps, while I sip slowly…
I love this woman, am so thankful for all the years, for all the memories, for all the grace.
Happy Birthday Rebekah Ruth (Comer) Opperman!
On this day for you my mind is choked with moments of days gone by.
Rhythms and rhymes,
words and pictures
burst from some hidden place
begging to be allowed out.
I watched my belly swell to create a safe place for you to hide.
Then filled and ached and learned to nourish you from somewhere deep inside.
I burped and
worried through all those years of toddlerhood.
Then hoped and
feared through all the angst of everyday.
I played dress up,
And welcomed feet dangling in the waters of my bath.
And suddenly you are a woman.
A woman of beauty and strength,
filled with joy and
Where did the years go?
Did all those minutes make up that many days?
What happened to those
the misunderstandings and the missteps?
Did I forget too much to remember reality?
Or did the beauty of your life
make room for those
of my shame and my nakedness
to somehow slide away?
You lavish the best of your love on me
casting shadows of His mercy
on the shelter of His grace.
As all the minutes merge into memories,
I catch my breath in wonder that
we laugh and
hope together now.
I love you dear one,