The hospital waiting room filled with my family today as we waited for word of my mother. I was with the people I belong to, and they belong to me. I remember those times of belonging in my childhood.
Living in South Florida, we turned a simple lawn mower into a star cruiser fighting Klingons. Our pool was the Battlestar Galatica. We mixed in light sabers and cute creatures from Star Wars and created a universe of imagination.
We did not belong to just one church. I attended many some with my siblings; some on my own.
I remember times of gathering around a coffee table for devotions and prayer.
Now, we watched the clock as we waited. Belonging to this time together. This moment when all seemed to freeze in time as waited on word of our mother. Would she be okay?
We belong to this moment of time. This moment of shared faith in the future. We accepted the possibility that in three hours she may be headed to heavenly gates; but we longed and hoped that she would remain with us.
A time to belong; a time to pray; a time to have faith with more than three hours of waiting ahead.
I wrote this post for the 31 Days of Five Minute Free Writes and the Write 31 Days 2018 challenge.
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