I stood at the top of the hill, my heart thumping and my face hot with tears. It would be okay. I would be okay. Life would be okay.
I let my hands run over the alfalfa reaching near my shoulders. Provision for winter, planted by a farmer. Foresight and planning. Wisdom.
Some days it seems that for as much normalcy that we pour into our family life, something tries to squelch it away.
God, give me the foresight to teach our children what they need for life. To provide them with the tools to build a relationship with You and build healthy homes of their own. More and more I am realizing that building a stable and happy home life takes a lot of planning and doing things on purpose. Purposeful actions.
I welcomed the wind that whipped my hair around my shoulders and into my face. It was blazing hot out, thunder clouds quickly building into heap upon heap in the sky to the west.
My words ran and flowed swiftly on that wind. Frustrations, longings, feelings of inadequacy, cries for help and wisdom and guidance - everything just coursing out, flowing up, and left to silently rest on that hill.
The rising winds momentarily pushed aside the humid air and I breathed deeply. Refreshed. Resolved. Renewed.
Turning towards home, I walked with renewed vision and purpose for our family. A napping baby, sweaty toddlers with watermelon faces, one little one reading by the fan, another with an adventure of playmobiles set up...
Home to a husband who wraps his arms around me, kissing my head. Someone who prays for me every morning without fail.