It was a beautiful anniversary day!
Jake and I rode our bikes along a road to find “Bridal Veil Falls” in the Dupont State Forest.
Even though the hills and loose gravel were a bit unnerving for me (my old lady osteoporosis makes me a fall risk), I was so happy to be out there.
Happy to see one of the most expansive and remarkable waterfalls we’ve seen in our mission to find 70 waterfalls. (#64.) A special gift from God.
Happy we were still able to ride our bikes and to explore up the flat rock faces to the top of the waterfall and to climb around the large boulders along the bottom.
And very happy to praise our good God as The Most-Wonderful Creator of rivers and waterfalls and rocks and trees and skies, etc., etc., etc!
Like I said, it was a beautiful, outside-inside, simply, and truly happy day.
A rare day indeed.
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My phone rang late Saturday night. I was surprised to see it was a facetime call from a young friend in rehab hospital. Someone else held her phone and talked for her, because my dear friend suffered a brain aneurism six weeks ago. Her faithful husband and little son are bravely carrying on, trusting, waiting, hoping in God.
That little family weighs heavy on my heart.
This morning we had breakfast with a small group of friends. Our focus was to hear a detailed update from one of the couples, whose adult son almost died last summer and is suffering serious cerebral injury. They told of miracles God is doing and told us all the ways we can pray . . . for his eyes, his speech, his swallowing, his arms, his legs, his brain, his wife, his children, his nurses, their finances . . . so much need.
That couple weighs heavy on my heart.
Last week I was in Dallas, seeing my dear Dad. He is well cared for, he is peaceful, and I am grateful, but seeing him physically and mentally diminishing, and my not living closer to be able to do something more for him, it’s just hard.
This long goodbye weighs heavy on my heart.
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There is always something weighing heavy.
Wars. (It was Ethiopia. Now Ukraine and Russia.)
Earthquakes. (This morning our daughter’s family in Tokyo was awakened by strong and long shaking.)
Death and funerals and widows and widowers. (So many in our small community this year.)
I started this piece rejoicing in our happy anniversary day so why am I writing about all the pain on earth again?
Maybe I need to be reminded—again!—of the reality beyond this reality.
“For our present troubles are quite small and won’t last very long. . . So we don’t look at the troubles we can see right now; rather we look forward to what we have not yet seen. For the troubles we see will soon be over, but the joys to come [our happiness!} will last forever.” (2 Corinthians 4:17, 18 NLT )
I think Jesus means for that truly-happy day in Dupont to encourage me.
He wants me to remember that someday, for those of us who follow Him, beautiful God-praising days like that won’t be rare.