Wednesday Worship: This Road

These days my children ask a lot of why’s. Mostly Bear, but they all do.

Why does the thunder come after lightning? Why do I have to obey? Why do kangaroos have four feet but only walk/jump on two? Why does Daddy have to go to work every day? Why does the dark scare me?

They seem trivial. Then I realize that deeper is a desire to understand the world around them. To learn about the God who created them and all things. To know that everything will be okay.

I ask a lot of why’s these days, too.

Whispers and Sighs

I turn the thin pages of Nona’s diary. I like that I can’t read it. This way, the story will change and change. I find places where she underlined, places where it looks like tears fell on a page. The diary whispers and whispers, and sighs and sighs…

That is where my writing is these days… whispers, sighs and tears on the pages of my red leather bound journal. The darkness of depression moves me to write, but not here.

…and then, on one page, yells out loud. It is huge writing, just three words but they are happy. You can tell, the writing is happy.