Truthfully, though, I'm not much of a player. Never have made the "A" team and definitely never started. I lag behind, filling in where needed and attempting to be helpful.
This living in the Spirit is like a team, or even a marching band, you know. Keeping in step, knowing the goal, executing the plan, working together, leading, following. I'm pretty clumsy.
Her husband of about 25 years returned to the mountain fire pit with a bag half full of mini-marshmallows. Yeah, the kind you put in your hot cocoa.
NOT the kind you roast over a campfire with lots of kids.
"I told you where they were, in the lower right cupboard by the sink." He, "Why would I look there? They've never been there the past 25 years?"
She, "That's why I told you." "Oh."
She laughs an uncertain, processing laugh. "It'll be all right. We'll just try these little ones."
But I do want to keep in step. I pray that as I march, I'll say yes to the Spirit stepping with me. Take my cues from the Spirit within instead of my own selfish heart. That one day, the plan changes will be an adventure, and Spirit-walking will be more important than my own agenda.
"Since we live by the Spirit let us keep in step with the Spirit."
photos: family day in the mountains...roasting marshmallows around the campfire