The air breathes cool through the open window, wafts past the “clean cotton” Yankee Candle votive that releases just a hint of fragrance. The shrub sways in time with the bell rope, and a hummingbird buzzes at the feeder, hovers in place, sips and savors. A wasp with legs dangling wants in the garage and seeks entrance at the cracks of the closed door. Wee crabapples snuggle deep in branches, and I wonder if the waxwings will return. And will I see them if they do.
I’ve pulled out paints and pencils and art paper and ribbons and hot glue guns for Grace. She’s working at the white enamel Hoosier table in the kitchen with an ear tuned to the TV—Power Rangers, who use their gifts to save the world from evil.
She’s disgusted with her work. “I messed up big time. You can tell a kid drew this.”
continued over at BibleDude.net…
Still a kid,
Sandy
Your words paint a lovely, still picture of calm and joy. Beautiful. It is clear that your daughter is learning from your ability to see the special and holy in the world around you – or are you learning from her? I love how God makes His presence known to us – even in this broken world.
Yes, He does that. Maybe it’s in the shards He shines the brightest.
Right now, truth masks muddy. I don’t know how to clean the water without draining the river.
Maybe it’s not our job to clean the water–only to keep breathing and muddle on together until He calms the waves… Love you big, friend.
What’s a Hoosier table?
All of this lovely imagery, as you do best.
My table is rectangular in shape with a porcelain surface and a drawer. The top looks like it came right off a Hoosier cabinet.
Here’s a picture that looks just like mine.
http://houston.ebayclassifieds.com/antiques/magnolia/1920s-porcelain-top-table/?ad=8694761