24 September 2010

When He says, Why not?

We sat at a vacant campfire pit, waiting the conclusion of piano lessons.
I explained that this is where you roast hot dogs and marshmallows.  And when she asked, could we do that now?, I said no.

A gentle chastening in my spirit said  "Why not?"  

I lit an imaginary fire, found some great make believe roasting sticks.  We ate roasted marshmallows, the giant ones, to our hearts' content and then some.  A few fell into the fire, and many caught on fire so we blew them out.

And when it was time to leave, we were satisfied.  A true gift...simple, free, and completely spontaneous.

And I thank God for His gentle prodding, pushing my mind to think differently and entertain in ways full of magic and memory.


Diane said...

So THAT'S where my magic marshmallows went!

Julianna Lawson said...

Oh, I love this!

heidi said...

so sweet, your teaching me to be a great mommy....