a call from far away...

Sunday morning I was standing in the laundry room helping my girls and boys dress from church when my cell phone rang. Usually it's just a big kid from the other end of the house calling but this time it was a crazy looking number (which always means one thing)....CALEB! I answered quickly and was just humbled to hear his voice. Tears came to my eyes and laughter to my heart. He quickly said it cost a lot of money to call and he didn't have much on him, and there wasn't a bank close by (silly guy!). I listened for a little less than 2 minutes. I was able to say all my "words" which are surprisingly (or not) revived every single time we talk or write.

I would like to say that I am the "bomb-diggetty" of strength, that I have faith like no other....that part might be true...but my faith is based on the understanding that Gods will and mine might not meet, my abiding with this world is sometimes tested. I want him home safely, home to Savannah Tennessee (and then to a life he chooses where-ever). I have to keep in mind as I pray ....That Caleb IS where he choose. He, the goofy guy, knew this would be part of the mission he began. He will see things, touch people, be the incredible young man I know he is to so many. God definitely has plans for Caleb, and they are already in place, already moving.

But as a mom? I am proud, I am joyful, I am thankful, I am grateful, I am in love with my son Caleb. And I don't think it is too much to add to that respectful line that I, his mother, misses him for all the previously stated reasons:)