Well, hello there. You thought I forgot about this thing, huh? I can't remember if I've written why I started this thing in the first place. But I wanted to start it in some attempt at authenticity. Realness. I've started since December probably a hand-full of new post entries, but always in Word, and never finding just the right words. But that's not what this is. so here I am in the "compose" post screen. I want my words uncensored, genuine, have I mentioned my longing for realness?
So here I am. I'm sure many also feel the struggle of life. The goodness and yet hardness sometimes/often in the same moment. There are moments of sweet peace and attitude that I am capable of this. Yet other moments of feeling defeated, forgotten, and depleted.
Several months ago Madi and I experienced something that I will never forget, for as long as I live. We were coming back from out of town when we (actually I) saw several ducklings nearing a busy road close to our house. I excitingly told Madi about it and when she saw it she too was worried about them. So I quickly drove around the corner so we could chase them away from the busy street (we live in the city so we didn't even know where this little guys came from). When we got back to them we saw that actually their mama was in front of them so we were (in the car) trying to figure out if we should help them or not. Madi decided I ought to check it out first, so I grabbed the door handle and from seemingly no where a hawk (again we live IN town) dove down towards the ducklings). We both sort of screamed because it was RIGHT to the left of our car where we had been looking out. The mama duck dove @ the hawk then went flying away to advert the hawk to chase her instead of her babies. The ducklings were 'crying' and wobbled over underneath some bushes. The mama would come back to check on them and continued to 'divert' the hawk over and over again. The whole thing was amazing. Seriously I KNOW I didn't give the story justice. It was just one of those sacred moments that a parent has with a child.
I felt like then, as I do now. God is calling me to protect my babies. The thing is, they aren't so aware of the dangers that are lurking. The "hawks" in our lives that continue to come and attack, I will continue to divert. You can hate me all you want, but leave. them. alone. (the words love and hate alike are not necessarily shown with words but actions).
