Thursday, September 10, 2009
Parting Thoughts
How does one describe momentous, heart-remembering events?
All I can say is that I thank, thank, thank my Father in heaven for giving Dylan and me this precious time in Ireland. It is a treasure to hold forever.
We laughed, we talked deeply about God, marriage, life. We discussed the merits of certain curse words, and the disadvantages of others. We talked about the future, about the present, about the past, about God's graciousness in each moment of our lives.
We listened to Irish music and Irish talk radio. We wondered what exactly the Irish were being asked to Vote Yes to in regards to Europe (and decided that Ireland does fine, thank you very much, without Europe).
We rejoiced in tea time and delighted in the many scones available for our tastes.
I learned again the beauty of not planning a day in advance, of letting God pick the course; or the very least, letting a teenager slam on the brakes and decide to park alongside a curvy windy road and jump rocks for a quarter mile until he reached the ocean. I enjoyed the quiet of sitting in the back of a small abbey with my son at my side--no words spoken, no words needed, just the presence of the One who had brought us to this adventure.
I learned the deep, deep cry of my heart to say 'yes' to things I am afraid of and give God the wheel.
It felt good and right, and ultimately the outcome was laughter and joy and an extreme sense of the holiness, yet adventure, of our Heavenly Father.
I tasted a real foreshadowing of heaven, and it was grand. Utterly and completely grand, like the ending to CS Lewis' The Last Battle. That kinda of grand.
My love to all. Renee
All I can say is that I thank, thank, thank my Father in heaven for giving Dylan and me this precious time in Ireland. It is a treasure to hold forever.
We laughed, we talked deeply about God, marriage, life. We discussed the merits of certain curse words, and the disadvantages of others. We talked about the future, about the present, about the past, about God's graciousness in each moment of our lives.
We listened to Irish music and Irish talk radio. We wondered what exactly the Irish were being asked to Vote Yes to in regards to Europe (and decided that Ireland does fine, thank you very much, without Europe).
We rejoiced in tea time and delighted in the many scones available for our tastes.
I learned again the beauty of not planning a day in advance, of letting God pick the course; or the very least, letting a teenager slam on the brakes and decide to park alongside a curvy windy road and jump rocks for a quarter mile until he reached the ocean. I enjoyed the quiet of sitting in the back of a small abbey with my son at my side--no words spoken, no words needed, just the presence of the One who had brought us to this adventure.
I learned the deep, deep cry of my heart to say 'yes' to things I am afraid of and give God the wheel.
It felt good and right, and ultimately the outcome was laughter and joy and an extreme sense of the holiness, yet adventure, of our Heavenly Father.
I tasted a real foreshadowing of heaven, and it was grand. Utterly and completely grand, like the ending to CS Lewis' The Last Battle. That kinda of grand.
My love to all. Renee
Tuesday, September 8, 2009
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