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.

3 comments:

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....