Thursday, March 25, 2010
Today I had a moment. A moment to myself. It was 4:00 p.m. Mozart ran out the door and said something about recording a pipe organ. The youngest was at school. The oldest...I never know for sure...but there was a bus schedule up on the computer.
So I did something I've never done before. I sat in the poppies. I pushed my lawn chair up against them and sat down with a book that I've never read before. The sun was still high and I felt a soft warmth from head to toe. Perfect light fell across the page of my book, making it easier for my tired eyes.
I should do this more often. It feels like I'm on a vacation.
Oh the simple joys...that we often forget amidst our busy schedules.
The breeze came up, and soon it became a bit cool. I squirmed a little but the book held me to my chair. I'm reading The Story of My Life by Hellen Keller. The third-graders, at school, are studying her life. She is an intriguing person. And she loved nature. She often speaks of the softness of a rose petal, the smell of the sea, and the brush of the breeze on one's face.
I closed my eyes and felt the caress of the breeze and the sweet smell of Spring.
. . . . . . . . . .
Later in the evening we said good-bye to our 22-year-old son, who is moving to a far away place. He hopes to find a job there and live successfully on his own. My prayers will touch him every day. He is in God's care.
Where can I go from your Spirit?
Where can I flee from your presence?
If I go up to the heavens, you are there;
if I make my bed in the depths, you are there.
...your right hand will hold me fast.