Mothered

I got mothered this weekend and loved it.

I went to see my friend, L, on Friday night.  The purpose of the visit was so that we could pray together for the church and our people.  First we were going to have dinner together.

We did eat together - she cooked and I helped.  And I talked my head off.  She listened a lot.  There were moments of teaching, like when she explained that I should save dirty napkins to use to wipe the grease out of pans so that I don't have to waste paper towels.  I smiled and stored that in my memory bank.  (One never knows when such tidbits will come in handy.)

We did pray together, after I talked my head off even more and she let me.  Then she went into her freezer and started pulling out stuff... some bread, butter, a ham.. and gave it to me.  This woman is not rich (financially anyway) and she was giving me things.  I stood and watched her.  

I said, "You are mothering me."

She looked up at me and smiled.  "Yes.  But you like it."

I smiled back and said, "I love it."  And that is true.  Before I left she gave me a big hug.

Today at church Pastor R's wife gave me a big squishy hug.  She's never done that before.  (Mind you, I don't let a lot of people get too near me).  Again I felt mothered (shhh... don't tell her... I'm not sure that she's old enough to be motherly to a person my age...) and I loved that hug from her.  Then she and Pastor R took me to lunch with them and I felt taken care of again.

I suppose I could have gone without these things.  After all, I've gone without for so long... but these people gave this and it was good for me and I am grateful.

Flying

My legs were killin' me today.  Still, I knew I had to go out running again.  So I did.

So I run about 5 feet and I'm tired already.  

What the heck is that?!  Sheesh!

Of course, I keep going.  Down to the water again.

I pass by some fishermen.

I'm tired; Thinking about just walking for awhile.

Then a little boy comes from out of nowhere.  He runs in front of me, grins at me, and starts running alongside of me.  I can't help but smile.

I say to him, "Are you racing me?"

He says nothing, just gives me this gigantic smile and runs just ahead of me for a moment or two before veering off and going back.

Man, my legs are very sore.

I pass by a guy on a scooter.  He's disabled.  He's smoking a cigarette.  He looks weary.  I'm suddenly grateful for my sore legs.

Running harder now, praise in my heart...

Jesus loves me and I'm alive.

Pouring it on, drenched in sweat, eyes burning...

I can fly.

I run.

Wind in my hair.

I can fly.

On wings like eagles

I am flying.

Jesus will take me all the way.

He'll take me across.

He'll never leave me nor forsake me.

Breath-taking

Wow.  It's been a loonng time since my last post.  I wasn't sure if I'd be back.  So much has happened.... There's no way I can catch up, so I might as well just begin with today.

I've been feeling like God wants me to get physically strong again.  I've been meaning to exercise... Yep.  I'll be obedient - later.  Guess I'm no different from other kids.  Lucky for me that God is a forgiving and patient Father.

So I went running tonight.

Hey... am I not supposed to feel really good?  You know, energized and all that?  hmmm.. So when is that supposed to happen?

I'm grateful that I can run at all.  My legs work.  My lungs work.  The place where I live is much safer than other places in this world.  I even have decent shoes and everyone who runs knows that decent shoes are necessary to prevent injury.

I ran.  One block... then another... getting tired already after only two blocks.... c'mon, push it.

I could smell cigarette smoke.  I could smell green.  

Yeah, I said green.

You know... like leaves and grass and things.

Sneezed a couple of times.

I ran down to the water.  The sun was getting low in the sky.  I thanked God for His glory, for His masterful artistry.  Between the colours in the sky, reflections on the water, animals, flora... beautiful.  And this is but one scene on one day in one place in this vast universe and infinite time.  His creativity is endless.

Oh... I forgot that I was running, forgot to get tired.  I was too busy having my breath being taken away to lose my breath.

As I ran up a hill I spotted a little boy.  His back was to me and he was pushing his bike up the hill.  His bike that was bigger than him, with the training wheels... The little guy's helmet seemed huge on top of his little body.

As I approached I prayed silently, "God bless this little boy.  Please bless his life."

As I passed the child I glanced over at him.  He looked up from his chore of pushing that bike.  I saw in his hand a flower.

And I loved him.