it is going to be more difficult
i met them,
i was theirs.
i stood before the first united methodist church's congregation and took vows to join and be a member of the church. in return, they took a vow to welcome and support me in my Christian journey. afterwards, i joined the reverend bob rice at the back of the sanctuary to be presented to and welcomed by my new church family. there was a very long line of warm welcomes, hand shakes, and hugs...
at the end of this line there was a darling, elderly couple. i had noticed them standing in the very back pew greeting those in the line. she was wearing a 40's style, pink suede, tailored skirt-suit. he was donning a dove gray suit, crisp white shirt, and a mauve tie, which perfectly matched her pink suit.
when they finally made their way to me, she took my hands in hers and paused. she looked into my eyes (in a sort of way no one ever had)-
then, in her gravelly, sophisticated voice, she asked, "are you sherry gaines' daughter?"
i tilted my head, smiled, and answered, "yes, ma'am."
she continued, "you don't know me... but i am lucy moss, and this is my husband george."
my skin got unusually warm,
although i had never met the mosses,
i knew lucy moss had been both my mom's and her mother's (my mamaw's) 8th grade math teacher. i knew george moss had been president and chairman of the board of the first national bank of henderson for years. i also knew my mother had dated their only child, mike, for several years in high school, they had broken up, and he had been killed shortly after in an horrific car wreck.
love and God's blessings,
ps you will find all entries in ascending order on my side bar entitled, "our love story":)