Ordinary Time
I hold the curtains just a second longer… then pull them away and the new day floods in through my clean windows. The carpet is soft under my bare feet. A Corona casualty was Wim’s trip of a week to the south of France which then ended up in a garage revamp and washing of windows, curtains, and carpets. The world looks brighter through clean ‘lenses’!
Bad nights have us fall out of bed, gear up for endless battles in the bathroom with a very strong little lady and then into running shoes, heading for the green of the forest and poor Wim with his aching knee, to the home trainer. Hearts pump loads of good oxygen to the brain!
Zoooooom!
No, not the bee in the garden – we did enjoy tomatoes and aubergines from our own garden – but all those on-line gatherings internationally and locally to talk, plan, train, pray, share wild ideas to get one good idea and much more.
In-person connecting were also there with walk-and-talks, praying, counselling training and sharing some of our journey with a church family in The Netherlands and our own church family locally.
The church calls this time of year, Ordinary Time where the priests wear green (symbolizing hope). We are to look for the little miracles in the ordinary things we do every day because they are there – a basket of bread and fish to feed us if only we care to ‘see’, releasing hope.
Dry brown turned lush green because of the soft rain we’ve had!
Connecting with friends – baskets of blessing and goodness!
Hearing mum’s voice from another continent, from a ‘strange’ world of her own makes us cry, the pain of blessing goes deep because she can still stutter, she loves us very much.
With loads of encouragement our little lady would stroll along in the sun, often grumbling out her discontent (she needs to work that skinny body), brabbles all the way in her stroller when we go for a walk, and beams when we go for a drive – her favourite activity. The little miracle is, she is who she is, always expressing her raw emotions, hiding nothing.
And he will forever be our son – Stiaan. We celebrate his coming into being and delight in sharing his journey, and now, their journey. We love him, them!
