June 12, 2007
I love walking past a pine tree growing out of place in the city. I love the way its scent rises off the ground as the fallen needles heat up. Just for one second as I walk by, I’m transported to my favorite place in the world. I’m reminded of how the Bible says we are not citizens of this world. I can understand that when I walk in Tempe and “live” in the mountains.
I love the cacophony of birds in the morning. Today as I walked beneath them, I wondered if God created them just so he could hear that beautiful sound every morning. I know “science” tells us why they sing, but I know they are praising their creator, just thanking him for a new day. Oh, and get off my branch!
I love the laughter of my children. More specifically, Hannah has a laugh that is reserved for her brother. It’s a giggle and a guffaw and a belly laugh all rolled into one and it is only heard when he is doing something funny just for her. I love the sound but I love what it represents. I know that it means there is love there. Just between the two of them. Neither of them seems to hold a grudge or even remembers the wrongs of yesterday. There is always a new day, always a new game to be invented, a new galaxy to be explored where Lego ships are real and plastic light sabers can defend you.
And what is better than the sight of a giant saguaro, with its happy arms raised to heaven, wearing a funny red flowered hat, holding birds in each hand?
1 comment:
Naomi;
I really related to the things you love. I wake up every morning to the singing of the birds and thank God for them. I love the sound of laughter from my daughter and my grandchildren. No words to describe. If you want to add me to your list, please do.
Sincerely,
Louise
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