I can not look at that photo without my heart just melting.
I loved the picture my daughter-in-law sent me to document my grandson’s rescue of a baby bird in their backyard last week.
He gently picked it up, they examined it for a little while, then he carefully placed it back in the nest.
Then, according to my son, he went back to playing “Transformer Ninja Dragon Baby Animal Rescue“.
I have been a fan of Sarah Bessey’s ever since I read her first book, “Jesus Feminist“.
I read her second book, “Out of Sorts” this month and it did not disappoint. I give it five stars out of five. This woman can write.
Reading about Sarah Bessey sorting out her beliefs helps me to sort out my own. I don’t agree with everything Bessey believes (and I think that’s OK), but the questions she asks are good ones and the process she follows is inspiring.
My copy is now dog-eared and highlighted, with notes scribbled in the margins, a sign that I like the book, it made me think, and it is not destined to be donated to the library.
Sometimes I like to reread favorite books several times. I seem to get something new each time I read them, depending on my mood and the season of my life.
I have probably reread my favorite book, “Pilgrim at Tinker Creek” by Annie Dillard, a dozen times and it unlocks new thoughts Every. Single. Time.
A campground near us, which had been closed for the pandemic, was recently given the go-ahead to open to educators, first-responders, health care workers, and essential workers.
My son’s mother-in-law, a school district administrator, decided to take advantage of the offer and invited him and his boys to accompany her.
They spent two days “cabin camping” in a nearly empty facility.
They cooked hot dogs and s’mores over a campfire, hiked nature trails, and rolled down grassy hills, but the highlight of the excursion was when they got to go ziplining for the first time.
Yes, even the six-year-old was brave enough to strap on a harness and step off the high tower to go zipping through the woods.
What a wonderful adventure.
Do not boast about tomorrow, for you do not know what a day may bring.– Proverbs 27:1
If the COVID-19 crisis has taught me nothing else, it’s taught me to not look too far ahead.
In June we planned to travel to Oregon to run a half marathon, visit our son and daughter-in-law who live there, and go with them and some friends to see a Major League baseball game in Seattle, one of my husband’s favorite cities.
Of course, those plans are all now rubble.
The half marathon is canceled, fans will probably not be allowed at baseball games this summer, and Hubby and I did not want to travel from home (a place with a high infection rate) to visit our family in Corvallis (a place with a low infection rate).
However. I am the eternal optimist. I still have hope that by the end of July we will be able to travel to Colorado to visit our family there and help our grandson celebrate his fifth birthday.
I just don’t want to boast about it too loudly.
I am linking up with Heather Gerwing for her “Four Somethings”. Thanks, Heather, for giving the opportunity to think and write about four such compelling topics.
You can find the places I link up here.