To Everything there is a season...The time to every purpose of this time is the time to refrain from embracing.
I believe that, if there is one thing that marks my remembrance of my Enoch and the comfort that he is, it is embracing. We held onto one another as though there were not going to be a time to refrain from embracing. "Love ya, Love ya honey"? What a dear boy you have been to know that your mother was in constant grief and so often allay her fears. When you fell, or tried something new, you would say, I am alright mother. You knew that it would hurt me more than you for you to be hurt and so you comforted me, almost before you could walk. I am right here mother, when I would call out, as though the unthinkable has happened. You knew that my mind always went to the worst fear.
This morning, no kiss and no hug, your manly self came in and got ready for your morning drive and I had to wait. I had so many warnings and corrections to say, but I held my tongue. He is grown now. Let the morning happen for him. Let him ask for your opinion, was the message to my soul. I just prayed and brewed in my spirit the longings for you to grow in grace and knowledge and ability. I would never have time to tell you all. I just try to enjoy this season of"refraining from embracing".
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