Thank you, April. I am really struggling in this season of madness and uncertainty in this nation and world. You reminded me to find hope in the midst of it all. For me it is the Cardinals, House & Gold Finches, and Carolina Wrens who entertain and make me smile on our back patio. 🙏💖
You're so right, April, that goodness is everywhere but sometimes it's really hard to notice it. That's why we need to point it out to each other, like you're doing here. Thank you. Beautiful post.
Goodness. The world numbs me stiff—like sleeping on my arm wrong and wakening unable to move it, forcing myself to work the circulation back into it—the world’s tragedies (there’s no other word that fits) make it hard to feel the goodness. Your cardinal, your rain, the cat, the dogs, Jeff and the kids, these are the movements that work out the stiffness, the numbness, that resist the tragedies.
They remind me I’m still able to work out that numbness, too. I have Liz, kids, grandkids. Workouts and runs, walks in the sun and wind. Coffee and pastry treats from the little bakeries we love to discover. Writing and reading and resting.
And people. The kindness of a neighbor’s wave, or hauling our trash bin up from the curb for us just because they saw we hadn’t got to it yet. Kids calling out to each other as they ride by on the way home from school. Three generations of family out walking in the early evening as the sky softens. Goodness abounds.
Thanks for reminding me that the goodness is still there.
Thank you, Lord, for these good and beautiful gifts. You are a vessel of goodness in this world, Tim. I'm so thankful for you and for the way you bear witness to the beauty in your life and in the world. Yesterday, we had a soaking rain (it was snow for an hour or so), and the world is beginning to green up. How beautiful!
I appreciate your image of your arm falling asleep in connection to the numbing effects of the world's tragedies. I so relate to that. It can be tremendously difficult to work out that numbness. I'm on an embarrassingly high level on the game Homescapes because that's my preferred way of "dissociating" from the events of the world. Taking a walk outside is far more effective, but sometimes it feels like too tall a task.
So thankful you are having these three generations walks. How very good and pleasant it is!
Bless you April! This is most definitely the word of the day - better yet - season! Good. Just like creation in Genesis. 💖
Amen! How many times does God speak the words "it was good" over the creation? And "very good" once humans were made. Goodness is everywhere.
Im so glad to read you again!!! I missed you when I fled twitter. Thank you for continuing such good work!!
Thank you! It’s so good to see you over here!
Thank you, April. I am really struggling in this season of madness and uncertainty in this nation and world. You reminded me to find hope in the midst of it all. For me it is the Cardinals, House & Gold Finches, and Carolina Wrens who entertain and make me smile on our back patio. 🙏💖
We have to find goodness wherever we can. And when one of us can’t find it, the others can point the way.
You're so right, April, that goodness is everywhere but sometimes it's really hard to notice it. That's why we need to point it out to each other, like you're doing here. Thank you. Beautiful post.
thank you! We can help each other remember that goodness is still here.
Goodness. The world numbs me stiff—like sleeping on my arm wrong and wakening unable to move it, forcing myself to work the circulation back into it—the world’s tragedies (there’s no other word that fits) make it hard to feel the goodness. Your cardinal, your rain, the cat, the dogs, Jeff and the kids, these are the movements that work out the stiffness, the numbness, that resist the tragedies.
They remind me I’m still able to work out that numbness, too. I have Liz, kids, grandkids. Workouts and runs, walks in the sun and wind. Coffee and pastry treats from the little bakeries we love to discover. Writing and reading and resting.
And people. The kindness of a neighbor’s wave, or hauling our trash bin up from the curb for us just because they saw we hadn’t got to it yet. Kids calling out to each other as they ride by on the way home from school. Three generations of family out walking in the early evening as the sky softens. Goodness abounds.
Thanks for reminding me that the goodness is still there.
Thank you, Lord, for these good and beautiful gifts. You are a vessel of goodness in this world, Tim. I'm so thankful for you and for the way you bear witness to the beauty in your life and in the world. Yesterday, we had a soaking rain (it was snow for an hour or so), and the world is beginning to green up. How beautiful!
I appreciate your image of your arm falling asleep in connection to the numbing effects of the world's tragedies. I so relate to that. It can be tremendously difficult to work out that numbness. I'm on an embarrassingly high level on the game Homescapes because that's my preferred way of "dissociating" from the events of the world. Taking a walk outside is far more effective, but sometimes it feels like too tall a task.
So thankful you are having these three generations walks. How very good and pleasant it is!