Writing is good for the soul. No question about it. The trouble is finding/taking the time to do it and then once you've carved out that time, knowing what to write about. Most of the time, it just doesn't matter the topic. I ran across this quote in a friend's office and knew it needed to be in my possession. Take some time this week and write about what comes to your mind when you read this. Below is what came to mine.
"There is a garden in every childhood, an enchanted place where colors are brighter, the air softer and the morning more fragrant than ever again." -Elizabeth Lawrence
A single digit age, probably around 8 or 9, in the middle of a sweltering summer. My granny and papa's house and that window air conditioning unit. Sticking my face in it and that moment being frozen into my memory. The contrast between the heat and the blast of air on my face was almost too much to handle, but not quite. The excitement of being at their house was only matched by Molly (my favorite cousin) coming over to do whatever we did.
My love for children is rooted in this saying's truth. Colors are brighter, the world is gentler and more real when you are small. Being close to a child, experiencing their heart rubs off on your own. It reminds us of heaven and the way we were designed to live - close to God, with eyes of joy and wonder.
Milestones are difficult for anyone, but saddest for parents. The wonderful thing is that even when children leave childhood, it can still be remembered and touching it with our hearts, visiting that beautiful garden even for a moment.
"There is a garden in every childhood, an enchanted place where colors are brighter, the air softer and the morning more fragrant than ever again." -Elizabeth Lawrence
A single digit age, probably around 8 or 9, in the middle of a sweltering summer. My granny and papa's house and that window air conditioning unit. Sticking my face in it and that moment being frozen into my memory. The contrast between the heat and the blast of air on my face was almost too much to handle, but not quite. The excitement of being at their house was only matched by Molly (my favorite cousin) coming over to do whatever we did.
My love for children is rooted in this saying's truth. Colors are brighter, the world is gentler and more real when you are small. Being close to a child, experiencing their heart rubs off on your own. It reminds us of heaven and the way we were designed to live - close to God, with eyes of joy and wonder.
Milestones are difficult for anyone, but saddest for parents. The wonderful thing is that even when children leave childhood, it can still be remembered and touching it with our hearts, visiting that beautiful garden even for a moment.
1 comment:
Oh my! He reminds me of your dad so much in that last picture!
Lori K.
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