Miracles in Small Packages

Miss Kathy
 People always seem to be fascinated by what I do.
“A storyteller?”  they muse.  “That sounds so . . . interesting . . . “
Then, as if connecting with something long lost in the depths of their beings, they’ll smile with a gleam of realization sparkling suddenly in their eyes.  “That sounds like so much fun!  I would love to do that!”

And, in that moment, I know – their inner “child” has surfaced,  peeking out for just a moment.  New Life wells from within!  And, they dream again . . .

I’m thinking much about the “child” this Resurrection Day.  I’ve just spent a delightful week enjoying my son, daughter-in-law, and new grand-baby visiting from out of state.  Little Mackenzie is a little miracle baby – born three months early some eight months ago.  Coming into the world at just under two pounds, she is today a healthy fifteen pounds and perfect.  The child of my own child. 

My son, Andrew.
So, of course, a romp through the photo albums was on the menu of delicious ways to spend our visit.  Finding the Easter pictures from my son and daughter’s own childhood became a surreal journey down Memory Lane – a place I feel like I lived only yesterday.  And, here now, was my son changing diapers and warming bottles and taking copious care of baby and wife. 


My daughter, Bethany.

Here now, was my daughter, cooking gourmet meals and helping in all and every way to make our home ready for guests.  Here now, I was welcoming my baby boy as a guest in my home – for he keeps a home of his own, these days. 

Where did the years go?

Little Miss Kathy – April 1962

 And, then – there are my own memories of Easter mornings – longer ago.  The child in me hugs each memory close to heart – connecting the dots to my children – and now, my grand-child.  I drink deeply of these few days of respite before we all return to our modern working lives, and Memory Lane rolls up like the little streets and town play-rugs my son raced his hot wheels on so long – and yet – not so very, long ago.

Maintaining those childhood connections is vital to possessing a healthy sense of adulthood.  Jesus taught that it was “the child” to whom the Kingdom of Heaven belonged.  Innocence, wonder, dependence.  Knowing your limits and being glad to see daddy come to the rescue.  Looking to mother to feed the empty belly.  Longing for the comforts of a parent’s arms where all is safe and secure.


Being all grown up now, I saw my son doing for his daughter, what I used to do for him.  Then, when I picked him up a music DVD of a band he really admired, and watched him watch it, I saw the same joy, as in his boyhood, discovering his music – with a gleam in his eyes.  Grown-up responsibilites took a break – and “child” delighted – was renewed – in time for the next bottle and diaper change.

Taking a few days off for “the child” was a necessity for this grown-up storyteller, too.  Connecting with “my inner child” this Easter season – babies, bunnies, bonnets, and Jesus!  Memory Lanes and old photo albums.  Precious Moments shared with my daughter-in-law outfitting my grand-baby’s nursery.  Playdays with all my children – four in a row!  The Lord – He is so good to me!  A welcome respite, this.  A week of Joy!  Resurrection Life!  A time to re-collect thoughts, priorites, my breath.  A time, too, for fresh inspiration – without which there can be no “writer’s reverie . . . 



Kenzie & Nana

 There is nothing like the untouched innocence of a child to blow fresh breezes of thought and reflection through one’s mind and heart, after days of world weariness, draining the reservoir of reverie . . . a miracle in a small package.

To this end, I kept my camera clicking, capturing Kenzie’s wide eyes of wonder – may I never lose my own; her unstrained expression – may my laugh lines prosper; her dependence on her father – may I ever rest in the care my Heavenly Father has for me.

Tomorrow begins three weeks of deadlines – a trilogy of sorts.  Just take a look at my sidebar to see what lies before me between now and May 14.  It will be like playing that old game “Perfection” – where you turn the timer on and have to get all sorts of different shapes in the correct hole while the clock is ticking, before the board explodes if all pieces are not in place when the “ding” is “donged”.

Ducks in a row – lots of them.  And, after this delightful week with THE CHILD – renewed . . . I shall let “the child lead them” . . .

 

Comments

  1. I’m so happy that your time with your family was one of rest and refreshing! It was well overdue…the Lord is doing amazing things, as always. I’m beginning to love the time that I can simply sit at His feet, allowing Him to fill me to overflowing and enabling me to be ready to give back my overflow….love you my dear friend! <3

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