An A-frame and a cross beam bear the load as my two little ones swing on an evening in May. I watch Anna as she pulls, shifts her weight, flies into the air. There once was heard a sing-song refrain: “Mommy, can you give me a push?” I can’t even remember the last time she chimed her infant inquiry.
It stings a bit when I think back. I would sometimes grumble at the request. “I’m busy. I have to get dinner on. Ask your sister to push you . . .” The growing-up happens and I sit at the window watching them laugh and play. They make a game of jumping-off, soaring, defying gravity for just a moment. They tumble and laugh. They want me to watch and somehow I am still a part of it all. Simple, lavish grace–even for the moments when I struggled with the “yes.“
Thankful for His grace gifts:
~the swing set, neighbors so generous
~an evening walk with my girls
~strawberry rhubarb pie
~Fanny Crosby hymns
~spring in bloom