I’ve been back in the swing of all things Mama for a day and half now.
I was thrust right back into ordinary life with whines and giggles and discipline and arithmetic and ailment.
It’s a rare day here in the South – with clouds hovering heavy, and rain intermittently falling, and a cool, cool breeze wafting through.
The oldest asked to do his daily reading on the porch today – wanting to catch all of Autumn that he can.
The middle one is keeping her brother quiet company, playing with Matchbox cars in the rocks that line our covered front.
The youngest is wrapped up in a light blanket, with a stuffed zoo piled high to the heavens around him.
And I’m here, catching a moment’s breath – eager to share with you what the Lord revealed this past weekend.
So much of what transpired from Friday to Monday can’t really be adequately placed into words.
A lot of what occurred…..occurred at the heart level – where words don’t always suffice, and where much of the happenings were meant to simply saturate the heart they hit.
I will try, however – to transmit the things I can. It may take me a few posts, however.
For starters…leaving was difficult.
Rushing out of the van on a curb at Departures, I grabbed my small pink suitcase out of the back, kissed the tops of three blonde heads, smooched the lips of one very fine husband – and departed my normal life.
After getting through security and finding my gate, I had to recalibrate.
Witnessing all the movement and all the people and all the sounds – I found myself thinking…
“Wow, there is a whole world out here!”
Sometimes, the walls of my rented house, and the pages of curriculum books, and the mounds of clothes and dishes – can make one forget that there is Paris, and politics, and celebrities, and stocks, and lots and lots and lots of people… everywhere. It seems dramatic, but the realization was a large one.
My life is small right now. It’s hidden. It’s behind the curtain and off the stage. It’s just right for this moment. But….in the midst of that – I had forgotten that there really is a gigantic universe in motion just beyond my subdivision.
After meeting the gaggle of gals I was to travel with – I fastened myself into a Boeing 747 and I soared.
Flying.
Since way back – I have been smitten with taking to the air. The whole process, the whole experience – is mind blowing. I don’t think I’ll ever get over it.
So this time…seeing as though I was flying west – and seeing as though I had a window seat…I got to gander at all the grand things on the ground below for 4 hours.
Y’all!
The mountains. The rivers. The quarries. The structures. The geographical diversity I saw from 35,000 feet was spectacular.
The teal color of the quarries was particularly striking….as were the many mohawks of mountain peeks.
Sitting in my very, very tight coach-class seat…way up there above the cloud formations and grids below – I couldn’t help but think what a Wordworth or an Emerson or a Longfellow might say… about the sites you see outside of a jet plane window.
How special it is to glide high and fast, and take in the world from an aerial view!
It gripped me. It had been a while since I soared – and the plane ride just really sent me. I hadn’t even gotten to my weekend’s destination – and I already felt wholly inspired.
The awakenings didn’t stop there, however.
I was spoken to this weekend, friends. God still does that!
But since this little post about winging away ended up being a full length piece….I’ll end it here for now, and pick things up again very soon.
My heart is pining to hash it all out here….
so it shouldn’t be long.
Until then, may the tail-end of your week surprise you with joy and revelation where you need it the very most!
See you shortly, friends 🙂
