Dear friends, our weekend arrived warm and bright, and with it came a rejuvenating of my spirit, in small and big ways.
Saturday morning, after a refreshing and needed time of prayer and devotion, I made a simple meal of biscuits and eggs and buttery grits, in true Southern fashion. The air was cool enough to have breakfast on the patio, so that’s what we did.
Long ago, I discovered there’s healing in the outdoors. Being surrounded by nature brings peace to the mind and calm to the body. With only the sound of water trickling down the rocks of the little backyard pond, I looked at the man across the table and felt safe and loved.
I spent some time working on one of the final steps of my baby blanket, whipstitching the strips together. Despite a rocky start, it’s finishing up nicely in shades of yellow and white. Considering I started over three times, that's nigh to a miracle right there. Next, I'll crochet two rounds of edging then I'll be done. My grandbaby is now about the size of a peach. I think often of this unborn child and feel my heart widen as I prepare to fall head-over-heels in love.
Later in the afternoon, I drove down the tree-lined street that takes me to my twin sister’s house. Pie was there in all of her sweetness. After a lively welcome, filled with the three of us singing and dancing in the foyer, I watched as she toddled about, carrying a lemon in each hand. Her Nonni wasn’t sure why the lemons had so captured her attention, but we dared not take them from her as she made it clear they were hers to carry.
When she saw me open one of the many books Nonni keeps on hand, she rushed over and settled on my lap, listening intently to the words and studying the pictures, the lemons still clutched in each hand.
Before I left, she let go of the lemons and played the piano for me, then enjoyed big gulps of Nonni’s sweet tea, one precious foot getting a lift from Nonni’s boot.
Making my way back down the shady street that leads me home, I gazed up into the blue skies of August and said, “Thank you, Lord, for all of these many gifts, for the ordinary things that make my life so rich and beautiful.”
What is life? It is the reviving that comes from prayer and devotion, the steady flame that burns in the soul that neither man nor circumstance can extinguish. It is preparing a simple meal and sharing it with my beloved, while the sound of trickling water brings calm to a late-summer morning. It is the patter of little feet across a sunlit floor, and a sister who prays for me and cheers me on. It is the stitching of common threads that come together in a pattern of uncommon beauty. If life is what you make of it, then I choose a simple one, rich in all of the things that matter.
Until next time, dear friends, the calendar is a week away from September, a fact I find both shocking and soothing. My gut tells me fall will come earlier than usual this year. I, for one, am sitting on ready. In the meantime, I trust you are well and are unwrapping your own gifts of August.