"The Golden Time of Day" ~ I think I'm made for "such a time as this".
So as we were driving along and they asked to stop here in this grassy prairie field to chase and play around...I couldn't resist!
They burst out of the van ~ all loud and full of puppy energy...or maybe they were horses...galloping across the pastures...or fleet-footed like deer...or little rabbits making cozy nests all hidden within swaying walls of tall grass...but in a moment they looked so small as they headed for the horizon and their voices blended in with the sound of wind brushing through the tall grassy weeds and wild grains.
Go my beauties...run for the horizon...
Like a day at the beach does, nature's vastness hushed us and swallowed us up in beauty. We were lost in the gentle majesty of reeds bowing down in the late afternoon sun.
This was yet another tabernacle.
Another place TO tabernacle with the creator who cannot be contained in buildings or structures--who bursts forth in in majesty and heart-pounding wonder. It felt so sacred, standing here, brushing my hands lightly across fuzzy dried seed stems, stroking them, petting them...and considering the weight of glory of a moment and a place... meditating upon the ONE who IS Beauty...who was blowing wind all over us in this gentle,golden moment... loosing strands of my brown hair to play and dance across my face... to join in on the choreography of life all around me...
I spun around, like the little girl who used to spin around in the shallow end of the pool, splashing my hands all across the surface of the water...and when the world drew into horizontal lines again of stripes of amber and tan and cobalt and white, I heard them calling me, a further invitation into the sacredness of this moment..."Mom, PLAY with us!!...CHASE US, MOM!!..."for a moment, I held back. But my heart overcame my default setting of "staid adultland" and I ran...
The boys are faster and finer than Mama in all things athletic but we laughed and teased and they LET me catch them after they hid in the grasses and it got SO quiet that all that I could hear was the sound of the wind breathing over the prairie and the sound of some sweet bird song near a thrush of creek nearby. I caught them and spun some until we were all dizzy and the sky touched the Earth in slants and circles. It was glorious!
And look, do you see the light on Bruik's face? Highlighting him? In this moment...all his tender beauty shone forth...I want to ever see my children in golden light.
Big brother Graham had his turn shaking out his little siblings and swooped them all up with muscles that have grown strong with service and discipline over the last season. He's a kind sheepherder of the youngers, a strong young man, a diligent laborer. We are so very proud of him. He's amazing at industry. At this time in life, one does not impart manhood to the son for it should already have been formed over the years into his very nature. But it is almost time for the blessing and the release. He has become aware of it...so have we. It catches in my heart when I see him at full run. It won't be long... In this moment, I saw the man to be. Running for that horizon...into the golden light....across swaying harvest fields...with purpose, with fire in his eyes...
And my heart beats so fast, with such awareness in these moments, for I know that we are made for golden light...that our lives are being refined "like the gold" if we are setting our gaze on the beautiful one, Christ Jesus...that we tabernacle with a God who has a golden sash around His waist, who IS the Beloved of Heaven...who prepares a place for us with Him...in His tent with Him...NOW, it is possible in every day, in every moment...
and forever...
My heart worships, it sings like the wind blowing over the prairie fields...how can it not?!
Love and Blessing,
GG
P.S. Hopefully in the next days and weeks we will be journaling here about our current ministry calling and more stories about this. :)
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