The View From Where I'm Standing II

Today, I have time to write.  Today, I have the desire to write.  Today, I can't think of one thing to write about!  Seriously.  I know, that is kind of like me saying I can't think of anything to SAY which would cause some of you to wonder if Alzheimer's is setting in early.  I could do another, "The view from where I'm standing" post.....hmmmm....okay....here goes......

The View From Where I'm Standing II

The day is beautiful-- 70 something in the sun and 60 something in the shade.  A perfect day really.  I would feel bad for all you "winter" people but then again, I guess we get our own with day after day of 100 plus weather in the summer.   The three "big kids" are set up outside under the one tree in the yard.  It is barren of leaves this time of year but does offer scant amounts of shade here and there.   They have pulled out our old blue-jean camping quilt-- the one Ryan and I received for a wedding gift 13 1/2 years ago with a tag that said, "The next time I see this quilt I want it to be ragged and well-worn!"  There are three pair of boots scattered here and there and three sets of bare feet peek out from under a HUGE umbrella.  Wait, the dolls don't have shoes on either so I guess that makes it five sets of bare feet.  They are talking and playing, something about getting their swim suits on to go to Sea World and Ben defending the tent from the lions lurking about.  Benjamin jumps up and, stick in hand, whacks at the air.   I'm assuming the lion was dutifully destroyed as Ben nonchalantly plunks back down between the girls.   Now they are off, stuffing their feet into their boots and running to the next adventure... some other adventure that is faceless to me but they are clearly facing together.

The View From Where I Am Standing

There's nothing I enjoy more than sitting back and watching my little lambs laugh and play together.  And when their Daddy is in on the fun too-- well that is a little taste of heaven on earth!  The view from where I am standing:

The children and Ryan are crowded around the dining room table playing "Farkle".  Boden is standing on Maya's chair in his new feety pajamas he just got for Christmas.  He is eating dry Cheerios with a serving spoon and occasionally leaning over to rub his sister's back with it.  Maya is leaning on the table swinging her legs back and forth being the commentator of the game in her silly "Southern Belle" accent.  "Way to go Da-aday!"  Ryan grins and giggles as she says his name with at least three syllables.  Ryan is at the head of the table.  I can see the laugh lines around his eyes as he teases and goads the children.  He is still the master of fun and funny-- the exact reasons I married him!  Sarah is next, leaning in as close as she can to her dad without irritating him by leaning over his shoulder.  She is the one who is keeping everyone in line-- making sure no one is taking a turn before it is their time or adding their score incorrectly.  She laughs too but you can tell the real success of the game in her mind depends on whether or not it is being played right.  Benjamin is sitting on the table with his feet in his chair.  Since it is not his turn, he is currently sticking Boden's Cheerios to his head where his eyebrows would be if they were in the middle of his forehead.  After 45 minutes of play, Benjamin just now got on the board-- scoring the amount of points needed to actually start keeping score.  But, does this phase him?  Not at all.  He is laughing and having a great time calling "FARKLE" as loudly on himself as on the other players! 

I think God must enjoy us in this way too.   The joy and delight He must derive from watching His beloved delight and take joy in Him and His creation.   In each other.  In the things He has made.  In the small moments of life He gives us to remind us of what is important.   And I can't wait to see the view from where He is standing!