The past few days have been full of bickering children, pools of spilled milk in random places, huge stacks of laundry sitting in the living room that need to be put away, and a completely crashed computer. You get the picture.
This afternoon the kids and I met our friends Sarah, Ivan and Sam for a picnic and such. It was great; just what I needed to get me out of the basement, from in front of my computer. The kids had a ball and hopefully got rid of some of their bickering energy. Tomorrow will tell I'm sure!
After our lunch, Sarah and I sat in the shade and watched the four kids play in a babbling little stream. Just enough water to get little boys wet and muddy without any fears of drowning or being swept off, never to be seen again. I enjoyed sitting on the bank, surrounded with patchy shade and ferns wagging in the breeze, watching the kids play.
Meg is part hummingbird, part goat. She took off her shoes and socks and flitted around effortlessly, slim little white feet clinging to rocks. Funny girl. She's actually really good at climbing.
Nic began as a fussy little worrier. A "cracket" was going to hurt him, he was going to fall down, etc. He is such a city boy! Anyway, at one point he just decided that he was going to get his shoes wet and when Mom didn't object, he became King Kong, happily tromping up and down the stream. By the time we left there were not very many dry spots on him.
At one point, I got disturbed that the little sticks and pine cones I was throwing into the stream were getting hung up. (Of course that means the ones that were actually landing anywhere near the flow of water!) I got up with my stick and got busy cleaning out a channel. As I cleared twigs and sodden pine cones and muck, I could hear the subtle changes in the music the brook was making. For some reason, this resonated in a special way to me. I cleared out some debris, and I moved a couple of rocks that opened up a small tributary where no water had been flowing before. I felt like that's what God has been doing in my life. We've been clearing some debris, and maybe things will flow better now. And He is opening up channels that I never expected.
We came home wet and muddy, fingers stained with blackberry juice. Most of the ripe ones along the path had already been eaten, but we risked little prickles to find a few treasures hiding under leaves.
It was just what I needed today.