Joy is like the light on her face, as she sits there on her front porch steps reveling in the new sunshine of the day. The door is open behind her, a flag of welcome both to refreshed air wafting in and to friends passing by, and makes me think of the warm wood of her English-paned sunroom in the back, where she occasionally hosts book club and where I have ofttimes sunk against comfy sofa and dreamt of transforming such a space in my own home. Someday.
As I round the corner, breathing in the grace of early morning and stretching limbs, she calls to me. The cheer of a neighbor, acquaintance who is glad to see you, inhabitant of my small world. She invites, I accept…Then, beneath buttercup canopy of quaint porch, beside the sail-white rails where light is playing dapple games at our feet, we linger over lemonade and how are you doings and breezy conversation. There’s comfort and comfortable in living where you know neighbors beyond impartial waves across lawn and drive.
Like cookies warm from the oven…the scent lingers on. The aroma of getting to know and be known, if only just a smidgeon.
So when I hear her news, that economy makes for downsizing I know she didn’t plan, I feel bereft for her, somehow. For her smile-masked grieving. For the loss of a good neighbor. And most of all… the loss of opportunity between us.
They moved three hours away, she and her husband. Sometime later returned quite unexpectedly to a place just around the corner. And renewed chance, as our neighborhood still welcomes her as part, if one road away-removed.
And this Lent, prayer is willowing a wispy idea that has ruffled like a breeze against my thoughts these past two years…
Of creating and gifting a touch of heirloom surprise…
A memory-keeper of a cottage beloved — for over a chair, or mantle or couch.
Maybe not the over-sized one we once discussed… but perhaps… in a way… fitted, like a locket photo of His heart.
Let your love be the light she sees each time she looks at this, Lord, I pray as I pencil-brush on the buttercup, wisp light blue here and there, across the sky. Somehow finding You… in the lovely… of memories evoked here.
And I thank Him for little seeds He puts in our hands to encourage and cheer… in out of the blue, surprise party kind of delights.
It might be a cookie gift box, as I read in Guideposts this morning, of a woman who received a beautifully wrapped box of homemade goodies along with a note to fill it up when emptied, and pass it on… The smiles upon giggles that box has wrought…
It could be a balloon or a vase of flowers left anonymously by a door, a cheery email card… a thinking of you phone call.
Or… even… a yellow bungalow pen & ink bouquet… from His Hand to me, and to another.
Are there Lenten seeds in your hand today earmarked for bestowing Easter blessing? Let us gaily sprinkle them! 🙂
© Pam Depoyan
Just as rain and snow descend from the skies
and don’t go back until they’ve watered the earth,
Doing their work of making things grow and blossom,
producing seed for farmers and food for the hungry,
So will the words that come out of my mouth
not come back empty-handed.
They’ll do the work I sent them to do,
they’ll complete the assignment I gave them
Isaiah 55:10,11 The Message
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