Comfort

Last night, as we arrived at the soccer field, the sky was on fire.

Bold, magnificent color surrounded the field in every direction.

The air was crisp ~ fall chill with no hint of lingering summer warmth.

I'd gone just to sit there.

Because my son had a game.

Because I'm a mom...and I want him to feel my presence. My support.

Truth is, I hadn't felt great for two days, I was tired, and didn't really want to leave my comfy chair.

And he's twenty-two, and understanding...he really wouldn't have minded if I wasn't there.

But I went. Just to be there.

{it is his last ever soccer season, after all}

I mean, from the field he can't tell if I'm grouchy and blah and there in "body" only.

As we walked up to the field, and I saw the sky....

I knew in that moment that I needed to be there....far more than he needed me to be.

Because in that sky was a sigh.

And comfort.

And in the air was refreshment.

The ills of the day and the apathy in my spirit melted away.

A small sliver of gratitude carved its way into my heart

as the crescent moon appeared in the darkening sky.

And that felt good.

Joining my friends to share this simple moment

at Brook's Place today!

Please join me tomorrow for Six Word Fridays. We're linking up right here on my blog and this week's word is KNOCK. {click on the tab at the top for details!}