Reflections

My mom sent me this picture today. I don't remember the day it was taken but I remember the scene...because it happened a lot when I was a little guy. My folks dropped me off at my grandma and grandpa's house while they went off to work and I would enter this fascinating new world. I remember snooping around in my grandpa's basement and drinking cans of orange juice that he'd gotten from working at TWA. And I remember riding with him on his lawnmower. Even to this day I remember loving that.

It's funny how your mind can take you back to a place from so many years gone by...it's like I can feel the scruff of my grandpa's beard on my face, remember trying to get him to shift to the rabbit gear instead of the turtle which he always seemed to prefer. Life was so simple then...no worries about church planting strategies, cultural acquisition, butchering foreign languages to get a point across. Life for me then was all about growing, exploring, experiencing, loving...living.

Just wanted to share a few sentamentalisms tonight. I sat done thinking about throwing something down with reference to yesterday's post...but for some reason seeing that picture and thinking about that time sort of sent me elsewhere.