The lights fades and the colors get richer. The aroma of steeping tea reminds me of
something from my childhood. I pause to reach back into my memories…finding
only feelings…
Lillian breaks the moment as she walks in with the Greek New
testament and says. “I was looking in here and found something I wanted to ask
you about…” she starts flipping through the pages… I am astounded, trying to
figure out where this can go. What on earth my 7 year old would want to know
from the pages of the Greek New Testament?
Finally, she finds her spot. Not a question in Greek, but something she found amidst these ancient Truths: a slightly faded picture.
She pulled out a ultrasound picture.
HER ultrasound picture. A reminder of the day the
tests were confirmed, when we found out IVF worked. Miracle of miracles! So many miracles... survivors of cancer, humbled by marital trials, financial struggles, unexpected death, disappointment and inevitable heartache. All fresh reminders of the many
blessings we have been given and the mercies we have seen.
I am tired, the day long, An unusual rhythm thanks to the
kids being out of school for a few days. But I am thankful for this break in
routine. For the change to just “be.” Together, cleaning, playing, working,
reading, cooking, laughter…the light fades on today. These are unscheduled days pregnant with moments of
joy - praying we see them give birth.
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