Big morning stretches!
“Oh! Looks like it’s time to wake up!”
“Spinnin’ for the Showcase Showdown! Come on $1.00!!!”
“If I look really closely, it seems to me like it’s running time!”
“Ahh yyyeeeah! This is what I like! I’m all geared up for Harrison’s Heroes next weekend! Could you go just a LITTLE BIT faster, Mommy??”
“I love my Daddy.”
Saturday morning the Big Kids left for Cleveland with Nana and Papa to visit Aunt Em and Uncle Josh. They were very excited!
I was bemused to think about how far and how different technology has grown in just the span of my adulthood (which I guess isn’t as short of a span as I would like to imagine… ). But, even just 12 years ago we were dropping off rolls of film at the Photo Hut booth and having to wait a WHOLE HOUR to get our matte or glossy photo prints back! These moments are now shared with a couple of taps and swipes in almost real time. Pretty amazing to really think about that amidst totally taking it for granted!
Happy Baby still reigns! Prayers have been answered and THEN SOME.
And the bird drama continues! As I was driving home from church Sunday afternoon, my eyes were immediately drawn to a bird who’s flight path intersected with a 50 mph car that was heading in my opposite direction. I watched as the bird bounced up into the air and then plummeted down to the side of the road. It was moving, desperately trying to regain stability. My car already pulled over, I ran back to the injured bird. The juvenile starling was absolutely stunned, falling onto it’s beak with each attempt to stand. I slowed my pace as I got nearer so as not to frighten the poor creature into the path of another car. With swift assurance I enclosed the bird in a firm, but gentle grip then wrapped him up in the bottom of my shirt before heading back to the car.
Not even a mile down the road at a red light I peeked in at the bird who bravely saw this as an opportunity for escape. Suddenly I had a starling flying all over my car and perhaps a couple of raised eyebrows in the car behind me, “Is that a… bird???” In a matter of 30 frantic seconds, the bird was securely wrapped up in my shirt again and I was heading back in the direction I came from. I pulled over again in roughly the same spot I had been moments before. I walked over to the edge of a field and opened my hands setting the bird free. I watched as it flew completely out of sight. I would have loved another excuse to visit my rehabber friend, but I was delighted that the bird wasn’t critically injured.
As I drove back down the road, headed for home, I sympathetically identified with the young starling and the mourning dove too. We all must have had those moments when we were just flying along, minding our own business when out of seemingly no where a pane of glass or a speeding chunk of metal obstructed our flight. I knew what that was like to be figuratively lying on the side of the road, dazed and broken, trying to regain my balance, no idea what just happened or how I got there, “THIS isn’t what I planned or expected!!!” I also knew what it was like to be rescued, to relinquish the control over my life that I was so used to striving for. When I finally relax and trust — those big powerful hands wrapped around me are no longer so scary or restricting. They are compassionate and protecting. In them I can find rest.
So do not fear, for I am with you; do not be dismayed, for I am your God. I will strengthen you and help you; I will uphold you with my righteous right hand.
(Isaiah 41:10 NIV)