Today was sweet. My Great Grandpa tootled around like a child in his motor chair around Sam's, and it was sweet. The air by the lake was sweet. The sand between our toes, sweet. My Great Grandma....... she's as sweet as it gets. Sweeter than the years of tootsie rolls they smothered us with together.
We drove through the sand right up to the water. We skipped rocks, gawked a dead rotting fish corpses, and walked around barefoot like shoes weren't invented yet. They told us their stories. Ones of ministry, and boy's homes, and marriage, and we were late to lunch. It was like a lullaby to my soul. No joke.
The remind me why we try so hard. Not so much for our parents, or our peeps, or even ourselves. But for the world around us.
For the pain and the hurt. For the broken ones. The empty ones. For the ones who don't see the beauty of what God's given.The people who've stopped Believing. But more importantly, the reasons why they have. The tears held behind bloodshot eyes. The screams of pain and suffering never heard. The smiles so used and fake, they're almost gone completely. The reasons for life's downs.
For family problems. For relationships that need restored. For tired hearts yearning for it all to end...
Not for the past, but for the future....................... For A future.
And tomorrow we'll try again... Not for the same reasons of today. But for the newness that God will provide, that won't be seen. Not for our parents, not for a friend, not for ourselves.
But for the world.
