"Lord, thank you that we had lots of opportunities to show love today," Jack prays. "And I pray that we will have lots of opportunities tomorrow. We love you. Amen."
"Jesus," Lucy says, "thank you that we had lots of opportunities to show love tonight at dinner. And thank-you that we can see you working. Amen."
See you working. Prayer circles. One by one we practice; we worship. Let's pray for the fruit of the spirit, Craig had said. So we start with love.
Like the laying out of cobblestones, roads appear before us.
"Did you know that this morning at church when I was worshipping, Daddy was looking at me?" Myra says. "And I was looking at Daddy?" Daddy the teacher, Myra the student. Earnest eyes on rollicking shoulders, she lifts her arms.
"That's sweet" I say.
"That was when I was up by the stage," she says, her arms up, up to the sky.
A father's love. She watches Daddy to see Jesus. We all do.
5501. Daisy fabric for baby trousers and blanket. Yellow-yellow daisies.
5502. A lap quilt for Joe in a patchwork of blues.
5503. Pins! Fresh, sharp, unbent straight pins -- luxury.
5504. Lucy lays out her pinwheel quilt. Craig helps her find the perfect arrangement.
5505. Craig bleaches the sink while marshaling an all out cleaning effort with the kids.
5506. I resume running, a beloved old friend.
5507. Betsy makes rolling over a regular habit, her body all muscled and limber.
5508. Every day, multiple times Jack peppers me with the same exact question: Wanna go look at the garden with me, Mom? It just changes so much every single day. He cultivates those plants like the souls of people.
5509. Barbecued burgers and hotdogs. Pickles, dill pickles. Potato chips and salad. Summer treats.
5510. We grow another week in our love for the Lord. Worship, it's the one thing we really want to get right. And everything, isn't everything worship?