Our youngest one decided yesterday was a great day for a ride to the playground. Once she arrived at the slide, her monologue went something like this:Whoa, whoa, eke! This isn’t going very well. I huff and I puff and I go go go!!!!
She summed up my post inauguration feelings exactly.
Screaming up and down the court, phone capturing all her nine year old daughter’s moves, a basketball mom made her presence KNOWN this afternoon. What if we were all that focused on bringing peace to our inhabited spaces? How quickly would our worlds change?
I spent my birthday weekend on a spiritual retreat. Upon my return, our youngest met me at the door with outstretched arms. “You are!” she said joyously.
“I am what ?” I replied.
“She looked at me quizzically and repeated, “You ARE!”
“I am what? I am home? I am ready for cake? I am your mom?
She looked at me with her head cocked to one side, smiling and said once more,”You are.”
I hugged her, the days of cleansing and meditation flooded back in that moment. My three year old already knew the answer to my quest. My life isn’t about where I am, what I want, or how I identify. It is simply by being that I am most alive.
Our five year old recently proclaimed her New Year’s Revolution is to be silly every day. In a social climate like ours, this may just be the revolution we need. Who’s in?
I enjoy giving gifts however, I am not good at receiving them; even gift cards cause me angst. Our youngest daughter inherited none of that. On Christmas morning she shuddered with joy, stopping to cover her face because she could not believe her luck at receiving such stocking fineries as her very own tube of toothpaste and a package of fancy goldfish crackers.
While the other kids shared a wide range of reactions, Greta’s joy was palpable regardless of the item at hand. I can only hope to someday receive her gift of receiving.
I was reminded of my new bicycle brakes early this morning as I came to an abrupt halt at the first stop sign.
In this moment, I was reminded, while movement is critical, equally important is the ability to slow down or stop. Sometimes abruptly.
Last year at this time, pneumonia taught me what an abrupt stop felt like. This year, I’ll just stick with the new brakes on my commuter bike.
InvitationMy parents have been pastors for a combined total of 70 years. As a kid we hosted folks from all over the world and all parts of life; from newly released prisoners to folks from Africa and all over Asia and Europe. What I’ve learned from being a pastor’s kid is that our job in the world is to include and invite people. While I’m not a member of the “cloth” I’ve found such joy in sending out the invitation. Tonight has been no exception. I cast out the invitation to bunch of my friends for a night together. Many said no but those who showed up here shared something incredibly precious. I am so thankful for my parental training. You never know what the result of invitation might be. However, most likely when you invite beautiful people, The result is a beautiful experience.