Apparently, it’s winter. Yesterday was a blizzard. Rylie, Abe, Scooch, and I stared out the back door for hours wondering where Spring went and if all that Global Warming stuff was just a hoax [kidding]. We tried to talk to a robin who had returned (too early) from wintering down South…but he just kept wandering around the yard muttering to himself. ‘Where is Spring?’ ‘My legs aren’t made for this stuff.’ ‘Sheryl, where is SPRING?’ We thought it best to just leave him alone for a bit.
Abe’s big brother (seriously, it’s his brother- same litter) is staying with us until Saturday to allow the Spring Lake Mulders time alone with precious Ava Eames. Losses thus far: 2 beanie baby gorillas, 1 beanie baby monkey, 1 small stuffed white bear, 1 large stuffed white bear, 1 deer front right leg (previously buried), and 2 hand towels. All were viciously subjected to do-or-die games of tug-o-war. Miss Ava is doing well…sleeping well, eating well, poo-ing well. You know, all the things that make life good for babies. And men, now that you mention it.
But, life is good, and I cannot complain. If you are praying people… and many of you are… perhaps you would join us Sunday at 10:30am as we gather as a worship team to pray for one of our own. We will gather to pray for our friends…our friends who are married and the husband continues to battle random, medically-unexplained seizures that rob him of days and peace and a normal life and just plain sanity. They are hurting so very much and I find myself completely overwhelmed with emotion. This morning I cried for the preciousness of health and ‘boring’ lives and my sweet baby and stupid grease spots on my jeans and the ridiculous gift of grace that allows us to petition the Creator of the Universe and beg for healing. And I am crying again.
It’s a Patty Griffin kind of day. And I will turn her up loud and dance and yell and cry and laugh. And Sunday, I will sing to a God who loves me. And I will try to help others sing from up front. And I will prolly cry. And then I will pray with friends for friends upstairs- though I am a terrible ‘prayer’… easily distracted and simple in speech, but we know that just doesn’t matter. So, if you think of it…