Moving isn’t for sissies, either. It’s very hard work. Not only the packing but the unpacking, and since I hadn’t seen anything for three months, filled with wondering what I’m going to do with that piece of furniture (or whatever) that I forgot I had. Then there are the little things that I still haven’t found like my summer shoes and, still, the kitchen knives. I also found out that I’m much older than I was the last time I did this moving thing and I don’t have another move left in me. I have a hard time sleeping and quieting myself in prayer. All manner of things to do crowd in on me. I didn’t write A Friday Meditation for two weeks because I was so overwhelmed and without words.
For some strange reason today, I remembered a story about our grandson, Zac, who along with his two sisters lived with us for 10 months. I’ve written about this before. Zac was in the second grade, had ADHD, and would hardly ever walk to school by himself or even with his sisters. On one particular morning, he refused to go, so I walked with him but I was not happy. He only had to go three blocks. As we walked along—Zac happy as a little clam and me fuming inside—he stopped and asked, “Grandma, did you ever notice how sparkly the grass is in the morning after it rains at night?”
I was brought up short and had to admit that I hadn’t noticed anything, at least on this particular day. I was busy being irritated which distracted me from what I might see. So we talked about sparkly grass and walked on. When Zac came home, we talked about why he would not walk by himself to school but had absolutely no trouble getting home. He told me that he was afraid that he would get busy looking at things and he would be late or not get to school and be in trouble. It didn’t matter so much on the way home, because he knew he would get home. But going, he was afraid that he would lose his focus and not complete his mission.
My focus has been on the difficult areas in my life, recently, and not that of paying attention to the dew on the grass—the gratitude things—gifts from God things that I walk past without noticing because I’ve been focused on what I have to do that I think is important. It is then that I, maybe not you, lose gratitude and the awareness of Jesus in my life.
So, a few dew drops on the grass time:
Once during prayer recently, I kept feeling that I was being rocked in a swing!
Before we moved in, we brought breakfast to our new house and ate it on our patio. I added a white table cloth (left by the previous owner) to our table that was a bit dirty and I didn’t have a rag.
A new neighbor who took a delivery left on our porch to her house so it wouldn’t get wet in the rain. Or the neighbor who picked up our trash bags, left at the curb, and put them in extra cans he had – then told us to keep them until we got our own.
A note, with a smiley face, that was packed with our dishes that said they loved us and signed “Your Dishes” maybe helped by loving friends who packed our stuff (and I do mean stuff) to prepare for moving.
And flowers – those given while we were in transition, those brought to the new house in pots from friends, and those already planted around the house that I didn’t know about but are now blooming. I love those God surprises.
A meeting and lunch today with soul friends. Little dew drops of the awareness of God’s love and presence. Just remembering raises my spirit and brings my focus back to gratitude.
Thank you, Lord. And thank God for all of you.