a faith observed: A lovely Sunday morning.

Wednesday, May 30, 2012

A lovely Sunday morning.

We really live in an amazing location. On Sunday mornings we like to do something fun and outdoorsy as a family. A month ago we hiked through the Buderim rain forest, to a waterfall. Simon loved it. The first 500 meters we walked along a wooden path and then it turned into dirt, or rather mud, as it had rained the night before. It was pretty tough at points, just having to jump over and around mud and water but Simon was in heaven. He kept saying, "I want to do this everyday!!!"

Kookaboora sits on an old gum tree.

Hike to the Buderim waterfall

Simon's photography

Simon took this one of Gracie and I.

Simon fooling around.

More silly Simon.

1 comment:

Marge said...: I love that you can have such lovely Sunday mornings together! And that Simon is not only silly, but a budding photographer!!; June 1, 2012 at 12:17 AM

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This is me, a faith observed.

C.S. Lewis writes about the pain of losing his beloved wife, Joy, in his book, "A Grief Observed". In some ways this is my attempt to share my journey through grief and back into life, as the past nine months have been characterized by an immeasurable longing for my beloved father, who died suddenly this past January.

After months of hibernation from the internet, I unexpectedly find myself able to re-begin this blog and connect with my larger community of family and friends. This blog will likely reflect less of the intensity and depth of my pain and more of the simplicity and ordinary joy that keeps my life full - namely days running after our little boy, Simon Pierre. But it is because of the incredible love and presence that defined my relationship with my father, that I feel I can will myself to not just survive each day but to pour that same kind of love and attention onto Simon.

My father was an endless source of strength to me, a pillar of faith. His last words, spoken to my mother as he passed into that which is unseen, "God is good - good all the time", have remained with me through this dark cloud of grief. And when God seems hidden, when justice seems to be losing out, when life is unfair, and when death swallows up the one I most love, I remember my father's words and breathe in this promise, that the God of love is in the process of restoring that which has been destroyed.

And as my father told me in dream I've had since his death, "Look to Jesus. As a father, to point you towards Him is the best gift I can give to you." So here I am, this is me, a faith to be observed.

I hold onto that which is not always seen- the promise of God's goodness, the hope that one day in the promised new heavens and earth- on a grassy hill or a sand covered beach- the lion and the lamb will lie down side by side and I, too, will lie down side by side, next to my father, and we will laugh and laugh until there are no more tears left to cry.