Tuesday, September 20, 2011

Empty Chairs

Empty Chairs.

Empty plots of land.

Empty homes and aching hearts.

It’s the way it’s supposed to be. Our ultimate act of faith to go and spend eternity with our maker. That doesn’t make the empty chairs any less empty. Their emptiness as present and pressing as the full stomach of a large meal.

We’re in a beautiful place. A slice of wilderness cut back and tamed. Built into a family retreat for four generations now. Built by hands that are no longer here to enjoy and tend to. Enjoyed by little hands and feet that will never know of the ones that built it anything other than a picture and a tale.

The stories.

There are so many stories in this place.

Made by generations of people who no longer join us at the table to share them. Their seats kept warm by the pictures, the stories and the living of life that continues on in this beautiful place.

  Just Write


Hyacynth said...

I love this. A beautiful ache ... and also, embed, a longing for the hill country that is to be the forever home.

Alita said...

And the legacy continues on until we can all sit at the dinner table, with full hearts and full hands with our heavenly Father.


Brandee Shafer said...

So hard to say even "see you later," sometimes.

One Crafty Mother said...

Oh, I love this. And those empty chairs.. they are beautiful and heartbreaking at the same time.

With the recent loss of my Dad, the Empty Chair speaks volumes to me.

Reading this makes me think about the beauty of memory and the peace found in the Next Place.



Barbara said...

Such a beautiful post.