Last summer a new family moved into our neighborhood. The original owners, who were probably the age my Mr. AGP Man and I are today, moved away about 15 years ago and have since passed on. We called him The Bernina Man because he owned the sewing store in our town. Their boys were grown and our relationship with them was friendly and cordial with lots of hand-waves and chatting at the mailbox! The next set of owners were quiet people even though they were very kind. Ms. D sadly passed away two years ago from cancer and her husband sold the house to the family that now calls it home.
One day while working up in my studio I heard an odd banging sound outside. Because lots of renovations were being made to the house and grounds (some major ones in fact!) I dismissed it at first. But...it kept on and on and so out of curiosity I peaked out from one of the room's two shuttered windows to see what was going on. There was this thud, thud, thud noise and then sometimes a softer sound, like the scrambling of feet followed often by the sound of metal and then another thud.
(I knew it wasn't a power-tool or yard equipment because I know those sounds so well!!!)
(I knew it wasn't a power-tool or yard equipment because I know those sounds so well!!!)
It was then I saw three young boys bouncing and dribbling a nearly flat basketball. Their scurrying around, followed by the familiar sound of a SWOOSH, made me smile big! Children had finally re-entered our neighborhood after a very, very long absence. My children have been out of high school for almost 15 years now and it's been about that long since we heard the wonderful sounds of childhood play.
I didn't know until I heard those young boys laughing how much I missed the sounds of innocence. I began to long for the cuddles from my two babes...forever grown and settled into their adult lives. Never to return again to the safety of their small twin beds, scattered puzzles, Legos and blanketed baby dolls.
In childhood, where we dwell in the world of carefree play, joy is found in a simple ride around a merry-go-round, the thrill of a push upon the seat of a rickety old swing or even in the bouncing of an under-inflated basketball.
Childhood.
It's magical...
Especially when we find we've grown beyond it.
Especially when we find we've grown beyond it.
As I continue to heal from my injuries I've made it my mission to recapture some of the innocence I think I lost last year.
I refuse to become bitter or angry over days lost or stolen health.
And so~I'm spending some time this week journeying back into the sweetness of my childhood. I know it will be there I rediscover more about who I am
and also the person God desires me to become in the future.
"Lord of hopefulness, Lord of all joy,
Whose trust, ever childlike, no cares could destroy.
Be there at our waking, and give us, we pray,
Your bliss in our hearts, Lord, at the break of day."
(J. Struther)
Love to you...
Rebecca
I refuse to become bitter or angry over days lost or stolen health.
And so~I'm spending some time this week journeying back into the sweetness of my childhood. I know it will be there I rediscover more about who I am
and also the person God desires me to become in the future.
"Lord of hopefulness, Lord of all joy,
Whose trust, ever childlike, no cares could destroy.
Be there at our waking, and give us, we pray,
Your bliss in our hearts, Lord, at the break of day."
(J. Struther)
Love to you...
Rebecca
