this morning i rose with a sleepiness i can't quite rub away, a groggy half-headache that leaves me a bit frayed around the edges. my most appealing inclination was to climb back in bed and try again later, but there was work to be done and a house to be tidied and littles to nestle close and nourish and chase.
so i got up. and we scrubbed and sang and relished cream roses in water glasses. we read library books and hammered and packaged and piled up in the van for a trip to the five-minutes-from-here park.
it’s thunderstorm season in the midwest, and the park was flooded in places, to the simultaneous delight and horror of my children. we hiked along the walking path until it dipped beneath a newly-formed lake of muddied water. the river hurtled by, swollen, beautiful and perilous.
now it’s home again, and resting time, and caramelizing beans and slicing salads for a dinner with new (ethiopian!) friends tonight. i’d like to say i feel awake now, together, but i don’t. still, that’s maybe the best part, really. that God is present in my groggy in-betweens, that he inhabits every ordinary minute of my day.
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more sweet shots at darcy's.
more ordinary wonder here.