You Are Always On My Mind




I woke up at three o’clock this morning with Willie Nelson in my head singing

“You Were Always On My Mind”

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Maybe I didn’t love you
Quite as often as I could have
Maybe I didn’t treat you
Quite as good as I should have
If I made you feel second best
Girl I’m sorry I was blind

You were always on my mind
You were always on my mind

And maybe I didn’t hold you
All those lonely, lonely times
I guess I never told you
I’m so happy that you’re mine

Little things I should have said and done
I just never took the time
But you were always on my mind
You were always on my mind

Tell me, tell me that your sweet love hasn’t died
Give me, give me one more chance
To keep you satisfied
I’ll keep you satisfied

Little things I should have said and done
I just never took the time
But you were always on my mind
You were always on my mind
You were always on my mind
You were always on my mind


Willie is singing of a woman that he loves.

I am thinking of the child that I never held.


We are the parents of two amazing sons who are now in their forties.

Which is amazing since I don’t feel that much older myself!


In between their births there was a child that never was – according to those who believe in abortion.

They say a child isn’t really a child until it is born.

But I for me – I was a mother at the moment of conception.

I talked to my baby within me and waited impatiently to meet my child face to face,

pexels-photo-207897.jpeg to count the fingers


newborn-baby-feet-basket-161534.jpeg and the toes

to smell that “new baby smell.”







I wore maternity clothes at the first swelling of that “baby bump.”



That is how it was for my first pregnancy and for my second and for my third.

The first birth was a baby boy who looked so much like his Daddy I couldn’t quite wrap my mind around it.

And then much to my amazement the third birth was another baby boy who looked exactly like the first. It is difficult to tell who is who in their first year baby pictures.



The middle pregnancy was different.

I had just begun to wear maternity clothes and sharing the news that we were expecting.

And then one day things were just not right and so there was a visit  to the OBGYN

where I was examined and then told to come out when I had dressed.

I went out into the hallway

and the doctor met me there and told me that there was no heartbeat,

that my body would “spontaneously abort.”

He assured me that it would be no problem

and that I should go on about my normal routine.

So I went back to the office wearing my maternity clothes.

With only a few close friends who knew what was happening it was a long lonely week.

What do you say to a woman who is obviously pregnant but knows it is not to be?


When I awoke that morning the cramping started and my husband went off to work.

He dropped our oldest son off at the babysitters.

Remember the doctor said it was no big deal.

But it turns out that it was a very big deal.


When it was over I crawled into a hot bath to relax my aching body and soothe my hurting spirit.

I then proceeded to hemorrhage.

My parents came and after an argument with the doctors office

called an ambulance to take me to the hospital.

I was in shock from the loss of blood and had to have a blood transfusion.

After a few days I returned home with empty arms.


A year later my arms were filled with my second son who also looked just like his Daddy!

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We have many memories of those growing up years and now they are men with families of their own and we have grandchildren and great-grandchildren!


But I have never forgotten the child I have yet to meet.

One Sunday our pastor preached from the Book of Job.

In the land of Uz there lived a man whose name was Job.

This man was blameless and upright; he feared God and shunned evil.

He had seven sons and three daughters,

and he owned seven thousand sheep,

three thousand camels,

five hundred yoke of oxen

and five hundred donkeys,

and had a large number of servants.            Job 1:1-3


Job suffered a calamity.

He lost everything, sheep, camels, oxen, donkeys, servants, and his children.

But . . .

The Lord blessed the later part of Job’s life more than the first.

            He had fourteen thousand sheep,

                        six thousand camels,

                        a thousand yoke of oxen

                        and a thousand donkeys.

            And he also had seven sons and three daughters.      Job 42:12-13


When God restored Job

He gave back twice the camels,

twice the oxen,

and twice the donkeys.


Job received double of everything but his children

because he never really lost his children.


I was in tears at the end of that sermon

because it reminded me that I hadn’t really “lost” my child.

I just hadn’t met him or her yet.


The older I get the more this child is “always on my mind.”


When we were expecting a visit from our granddaughter and great-granddaughter last summer I was in a state of great anticipation.


And the closer it got to their arrival date the more excited I got.


The closer I get to my “going home” date the more excited I am about meeting my middle child.


You are always on my mind

            You are always on my mind


             I didn’t get to tell you

            How much you meant to me

            I didn’t get to kiss you

            Or hug you or bounce you on my knee


            But you are always on my mind . . .