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Morning Thoughts
I’m not a morning person. I routinely connect with the snooze button,
shortening our allotted wake-up time. My boys and I often race to the
One morning, the day began as usual. Buckled into the backseat of
our Explorer, the boys ate their breakfast. A glance at the clock on my
“Will I get bored in heaven, Mom? Like, will we just sing all the
time?”
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While his dirty blond, tousled hair and innocent blue eyes betray
his 12 years, his inquisitive words often leave me feeling like I’ve
“No, Nathan. You won’t get bored in heaven. I don’t think God
I moved the visor to shade my eyes from the peeking sun, then
thoughtful son.
“Do you remember how we’ve talked about Dad staying busy in
I briefly looked over my shoulder and saw him gazing out the
window. His breakfast bowl sat empty on his shorts. A book bag
stuffed with papers spilled onto his lap. He’d grown so much.
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misses being here? Do you think he’s sad that he can’t celebrate our
child.
Traffic whizzed by, but I cared little about the outside morning
pace.
“Dad knows the brain stem tumor that grew in his head should
have taken his life in two or three years. Instead, God gave him 12.
Those extra years allowed him to meet and marry me and to watch
wanted more time. Your daddy didn’t want to die young. But
be your dad. One doctor told him he would only live for six months.
Remember, he was 18 years old then. He lived till he was 30. Now
that he’s in heaven, I think he’s happy that you and Sammy are alive
and becoming young men who love God and want to serve Him.”
made sense. Nathan just looked out the window, deep in thought. An
“Think about this. I’m leaving town next week. I’ll be gone five
days. That’s a long time for me to be away. But you know I’m coming
back. And you know Grandma and Grandpa will take care of you
perspective, our time apart is probably not much longer than the time
you and I will be separated next week. Knowing God will take good
care of us until we’re together again soon, Daddy isn’t sad. I think he
rejoices in who you are—the son he lived long enough to bring into
the world.”
began calling my boys “miracle one” and “miracle two.” Seven years
I heard, “Thanks, Mom. Have a great day!” as the boys exited the
car.
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him terribly and often felt inadequate as a single parent. Recent trials
As that reality came into focus, the heaviness lifted to the skies. No
Susan Schreer Davis lives with her second husband and boys in Marietta,
Ga.