"It has seemed to me sometimes as though the Lord breathes on this poor gray ember of Creation and it turns to radiance- for a moment or a year or the span of a life. And then it sinks back into itself again, and to look at it no one would know it had anything to do with fire, or light... the Lord is more constant and far more extravagant than it seems to imply. Wherever you turn your eyes the world can shine like transfiguration. You don't have to bring a thing to it except a willingness to see."
Gilead, Marilynne Robinson

Puddle Jumping

There are two things that bring out the five year old in me again. My friends here, and thunderstorms. It's strange, because my friends are the same age as me, if not older, but something about hanging out with them, one of them in particular, brings out this side in me that has been sleeping dormant for a while. I was pretty shy all through school and so was always careful not to do anything stupid to embarrass myself. But now the shyness is gone and with it often all maturity as well. I don't mind. It makes for some good times and great memories. Mud fights at work. Lunch break swims in all my clothes. Acting giddy and rediculous so my friends throw me out of the car and drive off. And ripping around in the golf cart through puddles.

That brings me to the second thing. We had an awesome thunderstorm today. It poured. Just when i thought it couldn't rain any harder or thunder any louder, it did. There were new lakes and rivers all over the farm within minutes. So of course, after some happy claps and squeals, a golf cart ride was necessary. There were many delicious puddles to explore, all of them causing walls of water to spew over the hood of the cart and completely soak us. Sweet glory.

Mom would be proud.