Today I’m participating for the first time with Lisa-Jo Baker’s 5 Minute Friday. You can read about it here.

The goal is to write for 5 minutes without editing or over thinking. The theme today is ‘Roots.’

Here goes.

The first thing that I think of, at least this time of year, when I think of roots, has to do with the birth of my 5th son. The anniversary of his birth is next month. Tears are always near the surface during the this time of year.
The pregnancy was fine. The outcome was not. Marc Andrew was stillborn.
One of the first things that my dear, wise, husband said after the birth, was, “Bonni, our family is started in heaven.”
As a new Christian from a Jewish family, I did not think about heaven. Before this moment, I hadn’t cared about heaven. Now, it became very real. As did the realization that my time on Earth had a purpose, and when my time here was finished, I would meet my son, and party hardy in heaven forever.
I was going home shortly to hold on very tightly to my dear husband and 4 sons. They were my roots. We were a family who would love each other, hold on to each other and support each other. They would help to act as an anchor, to walk me through this storm.
God is good all the time.
It took wings to show me my roots.