We are like little magpies these days, collecting color and taste and texture for our book of life. Reading and strawberry picking and seven-foot tomato plants. Coffee and jam-making and homemade swimming pools. Having close church friends over for a vehement yet unheated discussion. These are the people we are—trading food and stories with the neighbors, exulting in the unseasonably cool weather, not quite finding time for All The Things—some of who we want to be; some of the longing for what we wish to come.
All this beauty and also difficulty. Trying to be good to each other, succeeding then failing and asking for grace again, knowing this is how it always will be, world without end. Feeling God’s love filter down to us through the mesh of hardness we put around ourselves, reaching us anyway, reaching this little one too.
Salt and sweet, hard yet beautiful life.