Home from our lengthy vacation and feeling a bit restless, I landed on the back upper deck after dark a few weeks ago. Sitting in the deck chair facing the backyard, I looked heavenward to watch the stars....the same stars that I had watched from another larger deck in Arnold, CA over 3000 miles away. With some kiddos in Knoxville, some in Santa Cruz, and some camping in the mountains of California...my heart was getting adjusted to being back in Michigan, without the bantering voices nor the pattering of little feet. I was lonely for them. I wondered if they were watching the stars wherever they were.
In God's incomprehensible way, my eyes were drawn to scattered, flickering lights in the trees...fireflies. Fireflies to remind me of my Tennessee grandkids who love to catch them, and of last summer when my California Evy girl saw them in Michigan for the first time. Her gracious momma let her stay up late to run helter-skelter around the backyard with a jar. Her joy, her curiosity, her upturned face.....I remembered.
It's these kinds of moments, when God takes my heavy heart and gives me joyful memories...
It's these kinds of moments that solidify my faith in a very personal God who cares about me.
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