As I  worked in my garden this morning,  I reflected on a tender moment I had a few months ago, when I went up to the mountains for a few days. It was there that I heard my Heavenly Father say my name,

“Mama Nathan”.

In African culture, the mom is called by the name of the first born child.  I wrote this poem about that experience which  brought, and continues to bring, great comfort.

I go where I can be, with the One, who sits between….me and my son

Nathan on one side, me on the other, nestled close together, under the shadow of His wing.

He tells me my name- Mama Nathan

He tells me my name, that’s known in heaven- Nathan’s mama

My father God, you are here.  Nathan is with you….

and I am too