Two seemingly unrelated topics which merged today. Before my husband left for work, my toddler gave us each a maraca. We had an impromptu crazy dance and shake session. Start as you mean to finish, right?
After my husband left for work, We sat outside in our triple camping ‘couch’. The morning was cooler and pleasant, compared with the last few humid, hot days. I read under the canopy of the eucalyptus with my turmeric coffee, while the kids pottered around getting grubby, drawing pictures, riding trikes, climbing trees and generally having fun. It was peaceful and I needed the moment outside to reflect. My toddler enjoys pointing out the worm farm, so we had to take a peek at the refuse slowly breaking down.
Fast forward five hours and we were dancing around the house singing silly songs about mermaids, of all things, while my daughter wore her mermaid sleeping bag and drew pictures of mermaids castles. I had to be a fish swimming around underwater and my son laughed hilariously in a pink tutu, grubby face and random bobbing type dancing. I try to treasure the days, oftentimes caught up in all the tasks of the day. It occurred to me that life is often like this. Glimpses of destruction like our worm farm, the refuse and the smell can tug at us. And we are disgusted. Annoyed. All we see is the rottenness. But we can also be filled with joy over seemingly inconsequential things, making us laugh, creating a moment that binds us to another. Will we remember this? Will the children remember the crazy dances in tutus, or the impromptu shake session? Or will they only see the destruction around them, the lies and deceit of this world? The truth is, it will probably be both. The joy and energy. The destruction and brokenness. Both unable to be reconciled until our Lord returns and everything is made new.
Lost Corner Orchard 