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In some ways it feels like I’m learning this blog thing all over again but there is plenty to learn. My mind is rather full from a week of meetings and the upcoming Holy Week so let’s get to some fun stuff. It is the weekend.
Last week was spent in August, Georgia, a place we’ve bypassed in our travels.
It’s a small town and after visiting I think I can say with certainty it would be a blip on the Georgia map were it not for the Masters Golf Tournament held there.
The weather was sunny and pleasant and rainy and cold and then indifferent so we had a mixture.
Our hotel was along the river with South Carolina on the other side. Our room overlooked this river giving us a nice view of spring in this southern town.
We’ve arrived in Augusta, GA for a week of meetings with our Organization. This place has spring. I know that sounds silly but South Florida is a place without seasons. I know its enviable to live in a place where temperatures in the 50’s signal winter, and those temperatures rarely last throughout the day.
We love the beach, its natural beauty, its ever-changing color and motion that brings to mind waves of spiritual metaphors. How our feet sink into the sand, not finding it solid purchase to build on and remember the story of the foolish who build their lives on shifting foundations.
No, even when the humidity brings that dewy look…..okay, let’s get real, it brings a full on sweat to even the most delicate of Southern Women just walking to the car. The months of August through October have me hoping for any break to leave this sauna that clings to the house windows taunting you to walk outside.
Our seasons are recognized by lots of rain and not as much rain. Lots of people and not as many people. Hardly a rush of color to be found other than a deepening green of our lawns and the jade green the ocean often is in winter months.
But we’ve found ourselves in a place that knows spring and it’s brilliantly deep colors have welcomed us and reminded us of more of God’s promise. Because, all creation sings his praise.
By the way, if you know what this flower is, please share it in the comments as they clearly aren’t a tropical variety so I have no clue ;)
It is the day before. Before the stone chapel will be filled with men and women praising and praying, hearing and holding to a God that is both close and still not close enough. Before the schedule starts where there are meeting times posted and the have to’s of being places and trying to digest all the teaching that will be spilled out in an overflowing that can’t possibly be taken in like they expect us too.
It’s the day before, when things are still quiet and the faces unknown. When we have breakfast at Clyde’s and pretend we’re locals then drive to the orchard where our gushing over all the fresh produce and fresh made apple cider donuts prove we’re definitely visitors.
This day makes me not want the next to come. Knowing the next will be good and there will be more of God’s word shared than I can possibly take in at once, but, I want another like today. Today where creation is speaking God’s word and proclaiming “it is good”.
It’s not bad to want another day like this. It’s not terrible to want a do-over of a day that has been so good. Slow good. Laughing good. No pressure good. No schedule good. It’s not bad but it’s not real.
That’s the tension this week holds for me. The tension between sharing it with others and wanting a part of it just to myself, to our family. That part that is now.
How many years has this been, wanting it to stay the day before? And how many years the next has always come. The rest broken by an alarm announcing the day is starting, hurrying to get a place to sit, squeeze in because it will be packed. I don’t like when worship comes this way. But it does.
A late post meaning these pictures were taken this morning. The weather cleared the past couple of days and it was a busy day at the beach. The ocean was calm and clear. Perfect to be in the water.
I found myself captivated by these boys skim boarding.
They looked to be about 11 and were having a grand time. Particularly, the boy in the blue shirt. He took a run at it more often than the others not willing to wait for the ‘just right moment’. I hope you enjoy their spirit. youth and energy comes through the pictures. Enjoy!
Set-up: Coconut Creek (where we live) is said to be the butterfly capital and the home of Butterfly World. These were caught by my camera lens on a walk through our neighborhood park. Do you have a favorite?