Wednesday, April 22, 2015

The j-o-y

I love Wednesday because it's like an extra Friday.

I love the kids in my Great Books class.

I love medieval literature and history.

(I love reading books to first and second graders, too.)

I love sitting with high schoolers during the lunch hour and writing scripts and singing along to a ukelele.

I love the moms at co-op.

I love coffee after school.

cherry tree

I heart tulips

white

I stood on a chair today in front of my class because I didn't have a soapbox, and I lectured encouraged them on Hebrews 12, about running their race and finishing strong. Three weeks left.

I got teary with a friend who is moving on, how our lives crossed for such a brief time. Was thankful for her ugly honesty, a beautiful truth through refining fire, her vulnerability.

A woman spoke fluently to me in French today, and my head was giddy and glad to hear it. What a delightful surprise.

Another mom and I had what I found to be an unexpected jump into the deep end. I was thankful.

Thankful for the many opportunities to see into real lives, real struggles, real honesty, real friends.

Monday, April 20, 2015

And still counting (6892-6940)

a twice found dog
awesome neighbors
a good leash
pansies in a pot

Lisa and George
Pepto Bismol
peanut M&Ms
my Great Books class
their honesty and input

anointing and grace
Your power in my weakness
white tulips
Raul's time
John and Bruce

the pine forest
water walking with the girls
cheap rice
breakfast casseroles to give away
green grass

spring blooms
neighboring bonfires
Clorox wipes
coffee
blankets made by my dad

online sermons
fellow woods dwellers
pink lemonade snoballs with marshmallow
Toffifay
Nora

Karen So
the smell of onion grass and field fragrance
worship at church
races with Shane
a prom photo shoot

Nicole for coffee
dirt under my nails
snake sightings from the safety of my car
a race with Lanie for the coffee box
weeds to pick

baby foxes playing on fallen logs behind the house
warmth
Indian rice
a garden, half tidied
herbs gifted

a picnic in the field, for four
birds up in the air, so high
an afternoon nap
the hot tub, gone
the kids on bikes


Sunday, April 19, 2015

Runner

It's been more than a year, probably, since the treadmill died. I didn't use it much since we got here anyway--that was more of Shane's tool. He'd been toying with the idea of fixing it. We thought it would be good to just train on the hills outside. We could race each other.

Yesterday we were down in the field looking at vines to cut back.

"How about we race from the post to the top of the hill?" I suggested.

"No, let's run to the driveway," he said. That's even farther away.

We raced to the post, and he turned around and RAN BACKWARDS and STILL BEAT ME.

"You need to give me a head start," I said when we got to the post. "Don't start till I get to that tree."

I took off, and it felt like I was running through thickness. I was approaching the tree and I knew he'd be ready to go. I wanted to go even slower to hold him off, but at the same time, I had to pick up my pace. Good grief, I thought, if I was trying to outrun a murderer, I'd be gone.

I got to the tree, knowing he was taking off, and I didn't look back. It felt like the air got thicker.

"I'm a dead man! I'm a dead man!" I laughed and gasped and yelled as we tore up the hill. I did make it to the top of the hill and dropped, breathless, laughing. He kept going to the driveway.

Luckily, in a spiritual race, I know Jesus carries me in my weakness.

The past couple of weeks have been busy with service and hospitality, little sleep and several surprises. I was on the phone with a photography friend who was offering feedback on my work. I rattled off a greeting and update, only having 45 minutes to offer him.

"Sorry for such a brief window!" I finished.

"I just have one question for you," he said, measured. "What kind of coffee do you drink?"

We laughed.

"It's all grace," I said. A joyful tonic. I drink it in.

Running, not in my own strength, but His. The hill part, though, might require a bit more from me.

Saturday, April 18, 2015

Sunny and 81

There's dirt under my fingernails today.

The smell of cut onion grass and field fragrance makes me smile.

So warm, I don't need long sleeves. How nice to not feel cold in the woods.

This day, plenty of sunshine, outside, work sounds. Birds singing, flowers blooming, cheeks pinking.

Thanks, God.

Linda brought me several herbs for this year's garden.

The crazy yellow

New stack

Cut

Post

Bloom   
Shane is busting up the hot tub.


One day we were talking about to-do's for the year, and he said, "If it's not one thing, it's ten others."

He makes me laugh.