Spring Lesson

 

 

Leaning over, Max dug his little hands in the dirt and created a hole for the "punkin'" seeds. As he placed the marker in the ground, and stood there for a moment, I could just feel what he was thinking. And then, in his sweet little voice, he said it...

 

"Mommy. Why the punkin' not coming out? It's too dark in dare. Is it O.K.? It need da sun. Right?"

 

 

Taking a deep breath, wiping away tears, I told him that the darkness is helping the seed. It is protecting it as it waits to grow. And then, because of the sunshine and water, it will start to grow... But that it takes time.

 

Standing there, as the bright sunshine fell on my darling son (and on those punkin' seeds) I actually listened to my words.

 

Listened to my heart....

 

Remembered that we are a people who repeatedly say "from death into life"....

 

Remembered that the promise of the cross is hope. Life. Growth... 

 

And so, in the meantime, while we are waiting for that punkin' to grow, waiting for the sunshine and water to nurture, we will continue on with LIFE.

 

Joyfully.

 



PHFR ~ {change of season}

{ Pretty }

Slowly but surely Spring is starting to show her colors. One of my favorite plants is the Forsythia. A riot of crazy color that seems to just burst forth from nothing.

{ Happy }

Our bluebirds are back feathering their nest and the whole family is ecstatic! We need to go to the bird store and get them some meal worms. What a beautiful start to Spring.

{ Real Fun }

Nothing is more real than potty training. My 20-month old, Max, was pulling at his diaper and then ran to the bathroom. So. Slowly but surely, we are becoming friends with the potty. Thank goodness for wonderful things like "Elmo's Potty Book". (He has yet to tell me BEFORE he goes in his diaper, but at least he is becoming aware, right?) And it's funny, because I hope that he will transition to other potties even if we don't have the Elmo book.....

 

{ Real }

We visited my dear friend Carol and her family this weekend for their St. Patrick's Day party. And by party, I mean a-time-filled-with-delicious-food-and-homemade-brew-and-family-and-friends. I've realized that it is the kind of party that I've always thought that I have, but no. These people ate almost everything. Here in the south, it's like people eat before they come over.... Still, that aside, the two men above are two of the sweetest, most wonderful men ever. AND. They make delicious food. Homemade pizza on Friday, and corned beef on Saturday (and then made into hash on Sunday). Good times. Real food. Real people. Real love. It was hard to leave our friendmily and come home to real life. :)

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