I know I haven’t written in awhile. Been too busy with physical therapy for the bionic knee and everyday real life stuff. I saw a firefly and man did it bring back wonderful memories. Not just memories but feelings. You know the kind of memories that make you sit back, take a deep breath, close your eyes and smile.
I remembered chasing fireflies in our back yard the grass cool on our feet. My brother and I laughing, not worrying about a thing but who would catch the most.
I recalled hearing the sound of the ice cream truck coming up our street and hoping mom would say we could have a treat on a hot summer day.
Then I thought of the days we would all gather in our yard and play baseball until it was too dark to see.
My brother and I would take paper, milk cartons, anything we could get our hands on and make a city on the floor of our family room. We would spend days making his Matchbox cars go around those paper streets. Until mom had to run the vacuum.
I remember holding my children, rocking them to sleep. Playing Barbies with my daughter, Transformers with my son. Chasing our little dog Angel around the yard.
Then the hard years when nothing seemed to go right. So much sorrow and pain. Trying to help those 2 children as they struggled in this big, crazy, unforgiving world.
My daughter’s favorite words to me of late are, ” mom the world isn’t all rainbows and unicorns.” I know, but when and how did things become so hard?
I worry. My kids are off on their own now. So I worry about them. I have a granddaughter and I worry about her.my parents are getting older yup I worry about them.
I turn on the tv and see people killing each other. How can you hate someone that much?? Someone you don’t even know?
It’s time to elect a new president. One candidate lies, the other makes fun of others. Just vote for the better of the 2 they say. Which one is that?? And what’s going to happen once that one is in control of our country?
I was raised that the Bible is from God, you do as he says. But now issues arise and I wonder and I’m told … that book was written so many years ago, people and things were so different then. I’m a good person, I have obeyed those 10 commandments. Why can’t we see each other as equals? As brothers and sisters. There is good in all of us. We with more need to help those with less. Where is that good Samaritan?
Color, race, sexual orientation, age … we are all God’s children
When and why did things become so hard God? Why is it I watch the fireflies with a smile, yet have no desire to catch one? Could I even hit a baseball any more? The ice cream truck doesn’t come up our street any more. Those Matchboxes are packed away. But I still get excited when I see a rainbow after a storm and am still looking for that elusive Unicorn.
I will share my good memories with my granddaughter and hopefully make a lot more. But in the meantime, I think I answered a question for myself. What does the Bible mean to ME … not laws I need to live by. But wisdom I can live by. I found these 2 scriptures and they give me hope.
Romans 15: 13
May the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace as you trust in Him, so that you may overflow with hope by the power of the Holy Spirit.
2 cor. 5:7
For we live by faith, not by sight.
Thanks for spending time with me. Peace be with you.