I like to sit on the swing with a glass of wine in the quiet of the evening.
And although it is a COMPLETELY different experience, I also like to sit on the swing with my two daughters in the quiet of the evening.
We are about to snuggle in bed to read our chapter book, when I notice a light show going on in our back yard. Two pajama'd girls and I take our book outside to the swing, and we sit together under to watch the distant lightning. The sky is conflicted: in part, bright pink with the glories of sunset, and in part, heavy, pregnant with rain.
No reading occurs.
The air is hot, heavy, and still. I sit between the two of them as they marvel, loudly:
"LOOK! I saw a streak of lightning!"
"Look mama over
there right above those trees!"
"Look mama, is it getting
closer?"
"Mama LOOK there's some
more! Is the rain going to come?"
Slowly the thunder grows louder, and
finally, the wind picks up. The wind is like a refreshing breath of fall, and as it
blows it snatches leaves from their climbing tree, causing them to rain down on us
in a beautiful shower.
The rushing beauty of the evening sweeps the girls right up into it, and I watch with a smile as they run towards the leaves and try to
catch them as they fell everywhere.
Two sweet girls, running in the leaves and wind; meeting the changing of seasons with dancing and shouts
of joy; oh my dear daughter-teachers, I
learn so much from you. The joy that spills out of you fills my heart too.
"Mommy! Mommy! Come catch leaves with us!" they beg.
and so I do, and it is glorious.
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| Praise God who blesses His children in all seasons. |