Today’s post comes from Brave Artist and Founder, Lesley Glenn.
Brave Writer, Melanie, is down sick with the flu. So, I am stepping in for her today. This is a repost, from 2011. Much has happened since I originally posted this blog, and the rest of the story will be told with Part 2 on Monday, February 3rd.
I saw his car in the parking lot.
What was he doing here?
It wasn’t time…….What time was it?
I wanted to just walk by, so he wouldn’t see me.
But I was pulled in. Drawn by what?
Drawn by LOVE?
As I got closer, I began to get fearful.
Would he be angry?
Would he accept me?
I saw his head leaning against the half open window.
And all of a sudden, yes,
I was being drawn by LOVE.
He sensed my presence and he lifted his head.
Our eyes locked.
I took the initiative.
He rolled his window all the way down.
“Hi” he replied. “What are you doing here?”
“This is the park that I run the dog.”
“Oh” he said and he looked down.
I stood there, not knowing what to say next.
“Invite him” was all I heard.
“Do you want to come and join me?” I asked.
He looked at me, with questioning in his eyes and said with uncertainty, “sure.”
He rolled up his window, I stood back as he got out of his car and locked it.
We began to walk …. in silence.
The warmth of the son beating down on our heads as the wide open space that I loved so much came into view.
I let the dog go, and he immediately took off….”running at such speed that spoke freedom to the very depths of my soul. ”
We both watched the dog run and he grinned and chuckled a bit.
“WOW he really LOVES this doesn’t he.”
“Yes,” I replied.
Again we were quiet as we watched and stood side by side.
“It’s all hitting me at once.” he started.
“Yea, I know.” I replied. “So many changes.”
“I don’t know where to even start” he continued.
He looked down , curling up his key chain in his left hand.
Then gazing out again to watch the dog, who was continuing to run.
The past 18 years all running together at that very moment for me.
I was drawn by LOVE.
I touched his arm lightly and strength allowed me to hold back the tears.
“Just start with today.”
He looked at me, not able to hold back the tears.
“Thanks mom.” he said.
“You’re welcome. ” I replied.
He was drawn by LOVE.
and the dog kept running.
Jeremiah 31: 3 – I’ve never quit loving you and never will. Expect love, love and more love.
Now your turn.
What draws you to love?
(this post was written for my then 18 year old son, Justin, who was just graduating from high school. This was my encounter with him right before the big day. For much of his high school years, we bumped heads with our son, and moments like these were so few. Things got worse for us from this moment until the summer of 2012, when everything fell apart for our son. Come back on Monday, and read part two, of how God never gives up on us and always Draws Us By His Love.)
I am Lesley Glenn. I am a wife, mom, daughter, sister and friend, who loves art, writing, cooking and writing. I am a metavivor, and purpose my life to live intentionally everyday, breathing out the best story I can by being authentically me. I also write alongside my husband, athttp://www.mikeandlesleyglenn.org and am the founder of Dandelion Wishes, Inc. A 501(c)3 organization that effects hope, healing and restoration through advocacy, art and action.