Monday, June 17, 2013

my favourite things/ trees


This boy of mine
Home

today
Father's Day
a slow wake up
sun golden through the windows
just thanking God for all the new and old fathers in our family
we had just mentioned Beth's Stephen
when the phone rang
and there was Bethany
joyous and bringing
greetings to her 'dad'
we had to laugh at the perfect timing

there was a special lift to Eduardo's mood
spunk and vitality suddenly appeared
the feeling good ...this being remembered...

Shoshanna left her Skype message for daddy

Jedaiah made light and fluffy with a bit of soft crunch
waffles

just perfect

we sat in church together
the only ones for Sunday School
which instead was Jedaiah and I chillin
while Daddy practiced his guitar and hymns for the service

It was just perfect

A barbecue after church
after all the praying
after all the singing
all the Daddy Day stories
Art and Elaine dear on our hearts
the two so weak and feeble today
her caring for him
him not ready to leave her
the two so tired trying
but not giving up
such perfect love

Outside
chairs set in the grass
hamburgers and salads filling plates
friendship flowing
and when there were only two hamburgers left
two guests arrived who had come earlier and not found us yet there

so instead they had visited
'a neighbour'
a man whose children have grown and gone
he had waited for the phone call
of 'Dad, I remembered you'
he had started the barbecue and had food all ready
~but his children did not call
and his children did not come

our two church guests felt led to visit this man
they sat at 'his' barbecue
they shared 'his' friendship
they filled the gap
with their laughter
and
caring

it is what good neighbours do

then they came to us
and our happy little community
our yummy barbecue lunch
they made doggy bags for their supper
and we sat warm in the sun together
talking old times and new
and of all our Father's many blessings

it was perfect

to be where God needs us to be

to encourage the downhearted
to bring hope to the discouraged
to share laughter
to weep with those who weep
to know that a Father in Heaven
has a plan
to rekindle
an image that long ago was lost
but now is refurbished in his Beloved Son

just perfect

we walked our trails today
we found all the trees which had been blown over by the great wind gusts these past months

they lay scattered over each other
they once held each other up
it was what friendships do

hold each other up

but all is not lost
it is 'these' trees that we need to build a home
these fallen ones
these ones tried through the storm

they will be milled on our little portable sawmill
and lovingly shaped into posts and beams
and roof timbers and walls

they will be a shelter for family
it will be a refuge for friends
for neighbours
a joy place
a safe place
a fun place

these disappointment
falling through the cracks
being forgotten
being challenged and failing
hurting
being broken
disillusioned

none of this really matters to the Father~ in a bad sense
all of it really matters to our Father~ in the good sense
He was there when it happened to His Son

His plan is to refurbish

We fit perfectly into His plan just as we are

there is always Hope

mixed with Faith
and Love
it builds a Home

Fallen trees
tried through the storms
in the hands of a Master
will build a Home

Trees

my favourite things