Evan teaches me a lot about friendship and agape phileo. That is to say, I love him like a brother, but he can also make my blood boil, over the top of the pot, over again. That's how I know I care about him.
The rest of the day was brilliant. Masterful. Astounding.
To revisit, in the caverns of my mind, the sights and sounds of the kids playing at the after school program, as the clouds danced above, in and out of darkness, the kickball game receiving a ten minute rain delay and the kindergartner's dancing in raindrops.
The efforts of a long run in the country, greeting passers by, smiling, moving, breathing, straining; the hills seem bigger today and the animals closer (baby bear!).
Finding yourself in a field with your best friend, musing over life and love, letting the trinity of three gorgeous mountains sweep you away before you attempt to take one another down, in the spirit of all things playful and joyous.
The lowering sun and the elegance of young married couples and their lovely children frolicking on the hillside at the party for their beloved sunshine. Summer skirts, ukulele's, wild flowers and cakes of carrots. All the while quiet conversation and a promise of tomorrow to guide us to a sigh of relief for a job well done and the blessings of the chance to do it again in the morn.
Happy birthday Sunshine!!!
At the outset of the day, Evan, upon being asked if he was feeling better, simply said, "yeah i think this is the best day of my life". Them's serious words. Best implies greater then all others. Best is a big word. Like tallest or longest, flashiest or most hilarious, like perfection, like Jesus. Although I don't think Ev meant to say this day was better then all others, as if perfect, it got me thinkin about perfection. As the above adventures of the day would imply, it was a beautifully dynamic and intricately connected day. Yet as the sun set and the mind wandered, I began to see through to the imperfection of it, counted the few elements or even the sole element I was missing, Hoped for those who had not had such a day, and desired Love even more.
That is to say, Love made perfect (1John 4:18There is no fear in love. But perfect love drives out fear, because fear has to do with punishment. The one who fears is not made perfect in love).
Sitting back with a cup of (decaf) coffee last even in, recounting the day, thanking the heavens for a once "quiet" evening, I was greatly humbled, not troubled, by whatever it is I had missed during this "best day". And although I know pretty well what I missed and what I desired, it was humbling, even warming (like a warm drink on a winter day!) to know that it can and will be better; and different, in the future, tomorrow.
(Nothing happens the same twice- Narnia) There is still a great deal to be offered to those who wander this earth. A great romance beyond the mountains. There is still a desire to be met, still a journey to travel; but life IS NOT a checklist, we cannot go about checking boxes of different hopes and goals. Nor is it even close to perfect. Yet each experience has the capacity to draw us closer to our heart-of-hearts, to our innermost being, to who we are created to BE; each experience and even moment has the opportunity to change us or our friends, to make straight this path were on, to leave a mark on our community; to change the very world we live in. Truly, each moment can do this. Until all moments speak perfection and float as eagles, we have each other and we have today.
May your day be humbly hopeful, and happily imperfect; with all you have...
listen:
Mat Kearney- All i Have
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