No ordinary moments exist. All is sacred and divine. Infused with His holiness. Every good and perfect gift comes from His very throne room.
I felt His glory fall upon me……..today.
Brushing moments on holy ground.
When Levi held out the palm of his dirt-creased hand to share the marvel of curled up fuzzy caterpillar. Looking into my eyes, he mouthed wonder, “He’s thooo thoft”. I could not recall the last time I had caressed a furry insect. I whispered back to Levi, “Yes” as I too stroked the whisp of fuzz.
Who am I to share in the holiness of this moment of awe over Creation?
Joshua, pencil dangling from fingers, asked me over the counter this morning, “How can a coward die many deaths?” I looked up from chopping vegetables. How does one answer such a query from a quizzical 7 year old? I opted to buy time.
“Who said that, Josh?”
“William Shakespeare.”
“Ah, yes, William……..well, I am hazarding a guess here. A coward dies of fright many times over?”
Joshua and I locked eyes, looking deeply out into the question. Slowly he nodded.
“I understand.” He turned back to his copywork of spelling words.
I know not….know not of so much. Of everything. But I am venturing out into the question in search of the answer. And these children are leading me.
Today, after Latin and Grammar, Greek and orthography, and a smattering of math were opened, tasted, and slipped back onto shelves, we cut corn. Joshua and Hope unclothed sun-kissed cobs, Kai and Levi danced in the warmth, my sister and I blanched, cut and poured sun-filled kernels into freezer bags to be revisited on the dark days of cold. I could feel the warmth of sunlight on my hair as I stood on the afternoon porch, cutting juicy golden away for winter days.
And I wanted to bag the whole sun-drenched day up to retrieve in the winter of my life. Kai’s curls. Joshua’s questions. Levi’s wonder. Hope’s dancing eyes. Cale’s creations. To be savored much later.
But it is not to be. I must consume the abundance of moments now. Days I am overwhelmed, wanting to write the music of my life in a slower tempo…….yet this is the glorious dance of now.
So I shall dance in barefeet. For I am on holy ground.
