The air is filled with the scent of the roses now and the grass is nearing one foot deep. The wildflowers have all crept out and all of it, this whole place, the deepest green. Words are growing up in me again too and it feels so good.
This last week we ‘road tripped’. Our little family held tight each moment, recognizing that these bliss filled days need to be cherished.
It has been a hard month, this June. None of the weight of it has been mine exactly, but somehow, I’ve managed to pick it up and carry it around. I am really good at that…I think it is the leading cause of my ‘introvertism’. Being with others means that I pack around their problems, strap them onto my shoulders, take them home with me, find a way to blame myself.
It is something I need to work on. My wise friend says the body of Christ must function like a mosh pit. We hold up the body surfers, the wounded. We share the load, but none of us can bear it alone, we will crumble under it. So, keep passing. Take back the weight when others start to slouch. Keep it evenly distributed.
But the weight, when it falls on us, doesn’t it remind us not to take a single thing about this life for granted? Doesn’t it make you think that nothing about that blessing you are living is guaranteed? Not even that breath you are breathing? None of it is permanent. We must hold it close enough to notice its beauty, loose enough to let it breath, let it grow.
I am feeling strong again…ready to step back into the pit. Summer…here we go again.
Thanking Him for our blessings, the rest, this past week…
698) Wild flowers on the I-5
699) Kids that didn’t fight, not once, all vacation. I know. I am counting it, many times, a blessing!!!
700) Her face…meeting those princesses…
701) His face…in his version of the happiest place on earth
702) These three…this moment. No words.
703) Sunset dinners
705) Seeing new things
706) A pod of dolphins up for a visit
707) Dancing on the pier.
And many other moments to cherish.