Love can build a bridge
Between your heart and mine
Love can build a bridge
Don’t you think it’s time?
My love for country music began when I was pregnant with my oldest daughter. It was 1985. I was sixteen. Life was full of painful consequences and unanswered questions. Kind of like now, only it was then. The Judds played on the radio and I loved them.
This past week I began caring for my two month old grandson. On the first day he slept for three hours, so I started watching a documentary on the Oprah Winfrey Newtork that followed The Judds on a tour they did after not being on stage together for ten years. For those of you who don’t know – The Judds is a mother/daughter country duo that consists of Naomi Judd (mother) and Wynonna Judd (daughter). Naomi was diagnosed with Hepatitis C years back and therefore quit singing/touring. Wynonna went on to become a one-woman show.
They have a therapist traveling with them – so much dysfunctional history wracking their present relationship. Their hope above all hopes is to heal and move forward through it all. I hear the music from Love Can Build A Bridge in the background as they talk of deep hurts and even deeper lies which births a shame that flows into every area of our lives – celebrity or not.
I’m taken back through all the lifetimes I’ve lived since 1985 – the putting together and the unraveling. The demons denied and all the demons faced. The years spent proving and the hurt lived towards others from that weary place. The running and stopping and running again. The blatant rejecting and hesistant accepting. The obnoxious rebellion and the desperate surrender. All of it came slamming into the present day. The old me colliding with the new me. My head spins. My heart heaves. I have no idea how I got here.
Once such a young girl with a new baby of her own and not one iota of a clue what to do with her. Now an older woman (of sorts) with a new grandson and a little wisdom from all the shit I’ve lived. I hope and pray will trickle down to this little man. From his grandma, with love.
And the circle of life continues……
~ Rebekah ♥
Awesome….. just blown away, many similarities here!!! I’m excited for you Rebekah!!! I do no the, ”what the hell happened”, ironically enough I had the pleasure to take my oldest grandson for a walk at the lake today….I can’t really begin to tell you how great it was to hold his hand & just talk about ”everything’. I take turns between the 3 of them 6, 3, & almost 2…..Sometimes I say that, The Circle Of Life…..& We were made for a time such as this!! I do no that….. really been thinking about where I came from as well, like you…..God is awesome! Getting ready this year…( and I must admit , been thinkin’ more than ever before… I will be entering my 50th year of life….it’s like holy shit, for real). I’m ready for it Rebekah….It took this long….ha, ha, ha. But he has plans for me & I will try better in the next 50 by His grace ….
love your blog, thank you <3 Lisa
Seems like forever since I’ve been here to comment. I love the new blog look..
I have considered writing to my grandchildren of all the things I wish I had known… but I’ve just not gotten there… Maybe one day… It will all trickle down, my dear friend, it will. Love you!
My love, I thought of you this week. Of you writing a book for children/grandchildren Bible stories of grace. Ray had received a children’s book and I read it. Short, but rubbed me wrong – obey or else kind of underlying thing. You would be so good at that.Of course you haven’t gotten to it yet, but encouragement always helps
Thanks for stopping by, I’ve missed you.Love you!
Thank you for taking us on the journey that makes up YOU! Beautiful, scary joy~filled journey that it was and it!
Circles are pretty awesome shapes aren’t they! PEACE!
Good morning from the frozen tundra! Thank you for being part of it with me! I’m honored to have you beside me, even though there is such a distance – our spirits are close.
Good Morning! It is completely my pleasure thank you! I absolutely agree my friend!