Hard day to find thanks. To give it freely. I tried and tried to feel it. 'Feel" it. Stupid.

Stupid to think of the pain. The head that throbbed. The light that felt like a dentists drill hitting a deep nerve.

How it infected everything before and after. Almost forgetting the tear bringing beauty of the morning gymnastics. The double take, I took, when watching him casually walk across the balance beam he couldn't do 2 step without falling 6 months ago. The shock, when I watched the other boys easily perform a rind maneuver, lifting  their legs to their hands, prepared for him to keep trying and trying and yet... he did it first try! It surprised even him.  And then noticing his arms are so long he almost drags on the floor when hanging from those same rings. The skills he's learned- not physical- but emotional, self control, focus and leader tools. He is a boy I'd want to get to know, even if he wasn't my child.

There is beauty in this. It may be the only thing I have to give. So I give it today. To You


I Praise:
...the Lord who heals.
...the One who gave him balance to find his footing.
...the Lord who gave him time to get strong.
...for the roof over our heads
...for the floor many feet from the cold ground.
...for the heat that comes through the ducts.
...for putting the man in our path that would offer us filters for those ducts.
...for the legacy of a bed frame holding one generation, now another.
...for the man who held onto them waiting for this day.
...for the curls peeking through the back of a cap.
...for florescent green caps and shirts.
...for the earliest of morning wake ups that will surely follow.

Thank you Lord.