I promise not to wallow or draw out this subject any more after today, but for the last couple of weeks I’ve been searching for this excerpt from a book I read long ago and today found it- on Suzanne’s blog! It was written by Bob Benson. It’s called Parental Math.
Wednesday night -
Mike slept downstairs in his room
where children belong
and we slept upstairs in ours
where moms and dads belong.
Thursday night -
We were 350 miles away and he was
in Ramada 325 and we were in 323
in connecting rooms. We left the door open
and talked and laughed together.
Friday night -
He was in the freshman dorm
and we were still in 323.
Sunday night --
We were home and he was
323 miles away in Chapman 309.
Now we had been through this before
and we thought we knew how to handle separation pretty well.
Somebody said you still have three at home.
three fine kids and there is still plenty of laughter
plenty of noise
plenty of sports games to go to
plenty of everything
except Mike.
In parental math
five minus one just doesn't equal plenty.
And I was thinking about god.
He sure has plenty of children
plenty of artists
plenty of singers
plenty of preachers and candlestick makers
plenty of everybody
except you.
And all of them together can never take your place.
There will always be an empty place in his heart
and a vacant chair at his table
when you're not home.
So if once in a while it seems God’s crowding you a bit
try to forgive him.
It may be one of those nights
when he misses you so much
he can hardly stand it.
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