Overcast clouds

Overcast Clouds // JATWFear is like the overcast clouds, standing right in between sunshine and storm; joy and suffering. It’s like the holding of a breath, waiting for the rain to fall down in a rush. The temperature drops, and the wind begins to swirl around you. The hair stands up on your arms as you await for that first drop to land on your face.

Overcast clouds tell you to stay inside; it MIGHT storm. You wouldn’t want to take the chance and get wet, would you? You don’t need to breath in the fresh air. Stay. Inside.

What it doesn’t want you to rationalize is that whether or not it storms, you’re free to go outside as you please. If it doesn’t rain and the clouds dry up, you have the gleaming sun to dance across your skin. If the skies do choose to open up its floodgates, then… well, you’ll likely get wet. But getting rained on is rarely as terrible as we anticipate it to be.

Sure, you might get soaked. There’s a chance you’ll find yourself cold and frustrated. It might even cause a fever, forcing you to go back inside and rest.

Flower buds need the touches of sunlight AND water to bloom.

Embrace the sunshine.

Embrace the rain.

Sometimes, we get to experience these beautiful weather reactions called sun showers. They are my favorite. Yes, it’s raining, but the sun is also high and bright and reminding me that it’s still there. It’s in these showers that I reminisce on what it’s like to feel deep joy in the midst of suffering. It’s possible, I promise.

But if you find yourself listening to those overcast clouds, that’s okay. It’s a normal reaction. Acknowledge the clouds, and open up the front door anyway. Put one foot in front of the other, and plant your feet in the dirt you were made from. Close your eyes, and listen to the swirls of the wind. Smell the sweetness in the air as the temperature begins to cool. Slowly reach your hands out in front of you and whisper…

Here you go, Father. I hand this over, take the fear. Whether the sun shines or the rain falls… this life is worth the living, and from my lips your name shall be praised.

 

Flying Abe // JATW

Fly, My Son.

Flying Abe // JATWFly, my son. Fly as high as you can into those soft blankets.

Today, you are filled with joy. Waking up isn’t hard for you.

If anything, sleep is a hindrance to your precious, wild soul.

There’s so much to learn, and I see it happening on your face.

Both good and bad, scary and incredible, you will learn it all.

In time, my little love. In slow and gentle time.

It’s hard not to protect you from the world. “Why?” You ask.

Because I’ve seen the world. I’ve seen it’s monsters.

And yes, there is so much beauty to celebrate, but the monsters…

They do more than go bump in the night.

And sometimes, the beauty seems lost.

One day you will be a man, we will have taught you how to fight.

To slay the monsters, like you do now, with your costumes and toy swords.

But one day, it won’t be a game.

“Why don’t you want me to grow up, mommy?” You ask.

Because I’m selfish. And I’m scared.

And somehow I love you at the same time.

Today, though.

Today, let’s play.

Let’s pretend you can soar o’er the roof tops like Peter Pan.

Today, you will take pictures.

And we will see the world from your perspective.

You will dance in the living room, and watch cartoons.

Keep flying, Abe. Fly as high as you can.

Today, you are filled with joy.

Bare Feet // JATW

Bare Feet

Bare Feet // JATWI stand on this dirt patch that my son likes to dig out of, feeling the damp cold underneath my toes left from the incessant amount of rain that happened over the weekend.  It’s humid out here, but not the sweat-my-ass-off kind. There’s a slight coolness to the small breeze that passes over my face, bringing the aroma of summer grass mixed with the first stages of autumn leaves. It’s coming, I can feel it. Fall is almost here. It arrives late for us Floridians, but it arrives nonetheless; especially in North Florida.

The sound of dragon fly buzz accompanied by the songs of two different species of birds rings just loud enough to create an accompaniment track for outside speculating. Not too strong, as it often is in the woods, but just as you would expect for a rural part of town where nature collides a little less manicured with the modernization of human creation.

The muted sky is overcast, but the sun still shines through the clouds enough to make me squint, and I succumb to my closing eyes, taking it all in with my other four senses.

If I accomplish nothing else today, which may very well be the case, I can at least know that I’m valued. I believe it to be true; His Word tells me so. But He is reminding me with the dirt, and the breeze and the buzz and the light.

 

I am alive, and I am loved.