We’re free! Well not entirely. I don’t think we’ll ever be entirely free but we’re almost free! X. has been given a drastic reduction in therapy hours. We’re able to plan some down time into our summer. We’ve been dreaming of the beach and of picnics, museums and hikes. We’re thinking of berry picking and farmers markets, perhaps even growing a little of our own produce.
I am thrilled now. Saturday I was a little worried after the cinnamon cloud descended upon me when the boys got into the ant repellant with a hand vac. I should be pleased I suppose that they’ve been listening to me. They know cinnamon is a natural repellent. They wanted to move it from it’s location at the doors edge. Surely blowing it with cinnamon was a good idea to them right? After the day we had Saturday I was wondering what our summer was going to look like and if I would survive!
From the relief and excitement of Friday to the mad rush of keeping up with two energetic boys on Saturday who were determined to get into everything I wasn’t sure what the future would bring but each day brings something new. A new challenge, a new hope. A new idea or expectation. Yesterday brought peace and presence as we enjoyed worship, time with family and playing together as the day progressed. No day is the same as another and each day is a gift.
Today brings something altogether different from what the last few days I’ve lived. It’s quiet here. My boys are off to school and work while I am here waiting for servicemen to come. These large stretches of time in between visits where I can write, dream and plan out what is to come. When I first realized they were all coming on the same day I admit I was a little grumpy. After all Mondays are my days for errands and chores, laundry and productivity. Then I realized all those notes, those ideas, the writing I had planned could be done today while I wait. I have coffee beside me and more in the pot. This time and space is a gift.
There is freedom ahead and it feels so nice. Today I choose the freedom of words and expression. This summer I will choose the freedom of days at the beach with two boys who dig and discover. Each day is the Lord’s day, a gift from him and I rejoice in this life. Some days I admit it’s easier to be glad. These days we are living right now are days of celebration and change. Other days bring pain and sadness. On those days it can be much harder to rejoice. Whether or not it is a good day or bad each day brings breath and life, a gift of time and purpose. This gift of life is not one I wish to take for granted.
This is the day….