We just walked out of the movie theater having watched Prince Caspian and a friend received terrible news of the death of a child she once babysat. It was a shock to say the very least. Life is made up of these things of deep deep sorrow and inexpressible joy, how do we move from one to the other? How--in the moments of agony, do we remember the sweet memories?
I think there is One great example of this, "...Jesus, author and perfecter of faith, who for the joy set before Him, endured the cross, despising the shame, and has sat down at the right hand of the throne of God" (Hebrews 12:2) This is the most devastating hit possible, and for the joy set before Him, He endured. It was Lewis who said, "if we have desires that cannot be fulfilled by anything on this earth, it can only mean one thing: we were meant for someplace else."
We will ache, we will hurt for those we love, because of those we love, and sometimes even by those we love, but there is a promise of something far greater than this. A Scottish preacher once said, "Yes, He will send you out like lambs amongst wolves. Why? Because the Lion is padding softly beside you."
The giraffes are one of my favorite things at the Cheyenne Mountain Zoo, because of how close you can get!
Davis has just fed this giraffe and had his hand licked, hence the big smile on his face!
One never meets just Cancer, or War, or Unhappiness (or Happiness). One only meets each hour or moment that comes. All manner of ups and downs. Many bad spots in our best times, many good ones in our worst. One never gets the total impact of what we call 'the thing itself.' But we call it wrongly. The thing itself is simply all these ups and downs: the rest is a name or an idea. (from A Grief Observed)
comes in moments.
Only a real risk tests the reality of a belief. (also from A Grief Observed)
In the past week or so, Ronin has learned how to throw a ball (and other toys). He gets excited when he sees a ball, particularly the one in this video that he got for his birthday (early present). The crazy thing is how strong he is, seriously, he doesn't know his own strength. He once moved a completely full trashcan across the kitchen floor, pulled out a chunk of Davis' hair, and several other things that show he has no idea the power behind his little hands.
Wish I could say that those are shorts, but they're his boxer briefs (gotta be like Daddy, down to the undies)! We got home from soccer practice and it was really rainy today so his wind-pants were really wet around the bottom; he took them off and left them at the door, and wasn't bothered at all that he was in undies, shinguards, and soccer socks. Feels like he just keeps getting bigger and bigger, but then again I guess that is what kids do.