Nature is so beautiful.
This morning, as I ate breakfast, I watched hummingbirds at the feeder,
mallards in the pond, and a great blue heron swoop overhead. I haven’t managed to kill the plants around
my house yet, so I enjoyed looking at all of the blooms as I walked the dog. As
I drove to church through the lakes, shore birds flew around as fishers tried
their luck.
I realize I haven’t been blogging much lately. My parents have had some life-changing health
crises that have taken much of my time and energy. There have been many things that I could have
blogged about, since I am the only nearby child. However, as much as these things have taken
up real estate in my head, it somehow feels like an invasion of their privacy
to write about the effects of their stuff on me.
I’ve thought about a lot of things. General Conference. The fact that being a woman in ministry still
causes bumps in the road, even in this day and age. Silly stuff my dog does. Profound things my husband says. Watching my
children grow into full adulthood. There
are times when a germ of a thought starts to sprout, and I begin to compose in
my head or on paper.
And then the phone rings with another parental need, and any
semi-readable thoughts I may have had skitter away as I shift back into a life of
trying to help in a near-helpless situation that so many, many others have
faced before.
In all of these things, I am so very grateful for the piece
of the world that I am privileged to inhabit. The flowers bloom and the birds
swoop overhead and I am reminded of the Creator who loves us enough to craft
such world for us. I am refreshed and
renewed. And thankful, even for times
such as these.
