Saturday, September 29, 2012

Excuse me, could you step outside with me???

29 September 2012

Some days are disappointing and some are surprisingly elating.  Even though the soccer fields were not what each team hoped for, they had the opportunity to play in 80 degree weather.  Three beautiful geese flew over the field, twin girls around 2-3 years old kicked a ball around in their bright blue shirts while their baby Great Dane trailing behind them instinctively.

We love bringing home friends after games and energy encourages me in this delight.  Elementary students teach about life through their goofiness, chalk drawings, frozen yogurt creations, joys, sorrows an pace of life.  They are just discovering their powers in the world and the world's powers on their lives.  They explore what makes their heart soar and sink.   They are in the process of choosing friends, sports tracks, academic focus, behavior traits, and so much more.

They remind me and hopefully us what choices we have in life and recognizing them when they are presented.  Life opens up so many more windows than we could ever dream, for if we step outside our frame of reference, we discover there were no walls or ceilings at all, only self limitations creates by fear.  I could be coming through summer and the beginning of fall with these young wise souls and having time to listen with my heart that allows these glimpses.

Please take time to step outside your walls with me and notice those children who are fresh from our Creator.  They come bearing priceless gifts of simple, yet profound wisdom.  Through this recovery time, I am recovering as much from perpetual motion and doing as from the surgical stab wounds healing up.  Try not to rush things.  As Miracle Max in one of my favorite movies, The Princess Bride says, "You rush miracles, you get rotten miracles."  Let it develop instead of rushing things, people, spirits through.  While in this last quarter of recovery, it is my challenge and an invitation.  Could you step outside with me???

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