I’ve packed the lunches, unloaded the dishwasher, taken the dog out.
“Welcome to the real world,” says my little one—who seems to have grown a couple inches since I left him five days ago.
And I smile as I wipe toast crumbs from the counter. Because I know that he’s partly right. But this—the “real world”—I often miss so much of it. It’s the going away and coming back home that opens my eyes to the beauty. I don’t know why it is in the stepping away that the everyday ordinary becomes the everyday extraordinary.
“I missed you,” I say, planting a kiss on the top of his head and breathing in the smell of cinnamon boy-skin.
I want to hold on to this, savor the sweetness of the happy that I feel when I look at the mess of this life that is my “real world”. And later, when they are off to school, I load the washer, unpack my suitcase, and wonder why it slips away so easily. I sigh as I pour another cup of coffee into the mug that Marcus gave me and stick my nose down to smell the hint of spice. I brought some of Tim’s coffee home with me—that blend they call Taste of San Antonio—and it takes me back to the canyon. I slow, let myself walk through all that joy in my mind.
God used water hands to carve stone into one of theloveliest places on earth; but these past few days, it wasn’t so much about location as it was about people. What a gift to wrap arms around ones whose hearts I came to know before their faces. I read recently that the Greek verb splangchnizomai is the word the Bible uses to describe Jesus’ compassion for his people. It refers to the splanchna—the entrails of the body…or the guts—the place our deepest emotions are felt.
I wonder if there is a word for love that deep. That’s the love I’ve felt these past few days—deep in the inward parts of me. That’s the kind of love I find when I return home. In the going away, there’s always the returning.
Welcome to the real world.
|My friend Jennifer Lee getting goofy with me as we drive through the Frio River on our way to Laity Lodge.|
|Dan King, aka Bibledude; aka The Unlikely Missionary and Jennifer Lee, caught in a fistbump moment.|
|Our hiking group|
|At Blue Hole|
|The Monarchs were migrating and graced us everywhere.|
|My workshop group|
How about you? How do you embrace the God-joy? Every Monday I’ll be sharing one of my Playdates with God. I would love to hear about yours. It can be anything: outside, quiet time. Maybe it’s solitary. Maybe it’s loud and crowded. Just find Him. Be with Him. And come tell us about it.
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