Monday, April 25, 2016

And still counting (8632-8668)

a bench on the patio
warm sunshine
flowers in bloom
a friend in Lisa

read alouds on a couch
that Lanie lets me braid her hair
Erin's dozens of goodnight kisses
a comfortable bed
a good night's sleep

three Tuesdays
Allen T and Kelly
how he'd stop by during piano
and he liked tomato, basil, mozarella sandwiches
his place in our hearts and home

Fernanda and her family
Luana's friendship with Erin
last skate dates
last rainy play dates

a curriculum fair
shared stories
time with Lanie
Ann's hug
that man of mine

sunny skies
confirmation in words
strength in weakness
messages with Cindy
a birthday celebration

zip line fun
how the day was so full and filled her heart
a creek
bare feet

a way to help out
hot tea in a mug
camera 2

Sunday, April 24, 2016

This thing called life

I couldn't sleep Friday night. The fullness of the week hit hard when I had time to quiet.

A rough day at work. Thoughts on community. Changes in schedules. A storm warning and wait. Goodbyes to friends who are moving. Word that a dear friend died, so young.

I sat up late in the dark with a blanket and grieved for my friend and his family.

I grieved for Erin as she processes goodbyes and changes.

I grieved for the severance in just a matter of weeks as we leave co-op; letting go of what lies behind and reaching, straining forward, stretching out for what waits ahead.

I remembered the faces of moms who drove off last year for the last time, and I thought long on that. Transitions.

This week was full of loss.

This school year was full of loss. And it was also full of learning.

I sit with the loss and the understanding: this was the race marked out for him.

rest, dear friend, in peace

This is the race marked out for her.

This is the race marked out for me.

Psalm 31:14-15, ESV,  

"But I trust in you O Lord, I say 'You are my God', my times are in your hands."