New patterns entwine with memory's shadows

Today's activities feel like a pleasant echo of long ago patterns. As a grandmother, my body is slower, but I have learned to savor today's journey especially when a day contains shadows of yesterday's memories.

I'm visiting Christy and Jeremiah in Indianapolis this week. While they are working today, finishing tasks up before Xavier arrives, soon-to-be big sister Alea and I watered the lawn and played with her slide.

The at-home activities with Alea this morning are echoes of long ago patterns when Christy and her siblings would run and giggle during our let's-sprinkle-the-lawn times.

Alea wasn't too keen on being near the fine mist spewing from the Elmo lawn attachment. She preferred staying dry. She rode her red plastic tracker on the sidewalk and on the back porch while sprinkled droplets slid down blades of grass into the dark Indiana soil. When Alea toddled toward the slide, I let Elmo slump over to spritz another area of the lawn. Alea didn't hide her enjoyment of her slide. Shortly after we went inside to eat a lunch of applesauce and chicken and stars soup, a downpour drenched the lawn where we had left off our chores to play. No worries. There was time for chores enough and play.

Thanks, Lord, for providing all we need, in its time. Thank you for sunshine and rain. Thanks also for the pleasant work of this day, for memories of times past, and time now to rest in the quiet hour of a grandchild's afternoon nap.

What about you? Do you patterns of your day spark pleasant memories of times gone by? Or, do you find God at work even in a half-finished task to provide all you need?

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