She’s all long legs and long hair as she shows me her front flip in the backyard, this child who had surgery for her broken neck. This child who isn’t suppose to do crazy things like flips. I smile on the outside but sigh on the inside, feeling akin to the nuns who ask of Maria in The Sound of Music,
How do you catch a cloud and pin it down?
I have no idea.
An answer rides the summer breeze: Make do with what I have. God saw fit for me to mother a girl who flips and flies and prefers upside down to right side up, and He knows I have only so much energy – so much ability – to bring her down to earth. Where this girl is concerned, I’m learning to let trust in God and responsible safety dance together. Believe me, this is no small thing for a mama who errs on the side of a chinook helicopter. With my girl’s health realities whispering fear in my ear, it would be easier to tell her no to everything.
And speaking of easier.
We just returned from a three day weekend trip in the mountains, from where my Colorado happy place lives. Three days is just long enough to escape reality and fantasize about the quintessential cabin in the woods and idyllic writing time that stretches forward like cool streams.
How easy I think creating could happen there.
But I’m not there. I’m here in my beautiful but chaotic home and when it comes to creating, I have to make do with what I have. My heart and home are chock-full of children and life and hard stuff and fun stuff. Without a cabin in the woods and with kids home and all our playing and hiking and gardening and reading and camping and jammy-wearing ’til noon, it’s just easier to give in to the lazy days of summer and say no to writing.
But amidst the laughing and fighting, backyard sprinklers and front flips, I hear Him urge me on: Make do with what you have.
So I get up while it’s dark and let the Word and the chai nudge out the words on a brand new project. Progress is slow, but you know what? I don’t mind. Summer is freedom and slow progress is still progress. It also means I’m indeed making do with what I have, and what I have are three babes I’ve been handpicked to mother, a husband who handpicked me to love.
What I long for is magnificent scenery and creative inspiration.
What I have is exactly that.
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