June Market

I have been unhurried lately.

I like that.

It's one of my favorite things to be.

I like sitting on a concrete step, biting into chewy dried apples as I watch my three sweets run and play after an unhurried stroll through the Farmer's Market.

I love catching moments -- like Finley hiding apple pieces behind her back so that she can ask for more.

I love the unbounded glee of hearing children shout, "Do you wanna see what I can do?" "Watch me!"

I love the warmth of plump tomatoes in my hand and the earthy smell of fresh lettuce.

I love following the lead of my wandering boys -- bubblegum snow cones in hand -- strolling, relaxed and unhurried, down the sidewalk bursting with scents and sounds and sights.

I love the pace of a warm June morning at the Market.

Lovely.

Summertime in the City

My favorite season of the year is always the current season of the year.

Hooray for Summer!

Swimming time.

Sunbathing.

Circus, Circus.

Out for a stroll.

A day at the movies.

What's next?

The Sex Talk

An overly-wordy quote from Steve Jobs . . . but the point is good:

Otherwise known as:

Vocation.

Calling.

Life's Work.

Where your greatest passion collides with the world's greatest needs.


I have this!  I have found this!  I am totally and utterly called to the good work I do: family and youth ministry in a congregation.  Here.  In this place.  Now.

And it's true.  It just gets better and better as the years roll by.


Last night, at youth group, we got to have The Sex Talk.  Tagged onto that was The Marriage Talk.

How awesome is that?  I get to talk about sex and marriage with 18 and 19 year old girls who are headed into their first and second years of college.

So awesome.


My hope is that when asked, "who or what have been your sources of information about sex?" that number one on the list (or at least on the list somewhere) is: church.


When it all comes down to it, that's a good place to learn about . . .

well . . .

everything.


Don't you think?

The Miracle

The miracle of today was that it was extraordinarily ordinary.

Every day could be like this.

Simply wonderful.


We had an incredibly relaxing and enjoyable trip to the swimming pool -- three kids and I.  The sun was hot on my skin.  The breeze lifted wisps of Finley's golden hair.  The smiles were wide.  The shouts were joyful.

We strolled home, content.

While the cheeseburgers sizzled, we bit through juicy bits of watermelon.

We laughed.


A perfectly perfect summer afternoon.

All tucked inside a normal day of work and chores and paying bills and exercise and laundry and dishes and youth group.

How did that happen?


It can only be a miracle.

Last Day of Kindergarten

I love Kindergarten.  I had such a fabulous year.  Best ever.  I'm really going to miss it.  Seriously.  

. . . Blazer will too.