I look out the window at a dense forest of trees and blackberry and raspberry bushes that surround the property. The sun is just breaking through the darkness and illuminates everything with a gentleness unlike the harsh sun rising in the desert that brings unbearable heat as it rises. Chickens scratch at bugs in the tall grass and peck incessantly at the ground seeking their next tasty morsel. Deer enter my view and graze in the bushes, one, two, now four. The chirping of the singing Cardinal increase as the sun gains elevation.
There is no static here of politics, crime, or strife. People are kind to each other on the street and smile and say "please" and "thank you.” There is no discussion over pronouns as Men identify as “sir,” women as “Ma’am,” and the gentlemen tip their hats in greeting. Everyone is eager to open the door for you and stand aside so you might enter first. There is no division between the races and everyone lives together in harmony.
The world seems at peace in this corner of the world and I am grateful for the reprieve from politics that stirs anger, fuels greed, and drives selfish ambition. Stepping out of the city and into the county affords a contrast that allows the heart to breath and the mind to rest. In the quiet of the morning I can think clearly and be one with God and his creation. I appreciate the beauty surrounding me. The silence, oh the silence, what a joy it is. I know that all too soon it will be shattered with the sounds of little feet running across the house toward me and my place of serenity. Six little babies that I adore will jump on me and shower me with kisses and hugs, all talking at the same time about the things we will do, have done, and things we've yet to explore. I’m exhausted but so content.
Even though I know when I return to reality in a few days and must reenter the battle to save lives, for a time I am grateful to be with those I love. To me, family is everything. Without it, life would have no color, but would be a dull pallet of greys and black. To see the smile of innocence on the faces of my grandchildren, gives me pause when I consider their future and hope that they may be the ones to create a better tomorrow. Lord, watch over these precious little ones and their parents who guard them, protect them, and love them unconditionally. The name "Grandma" is the title and the best job I've ever had. I'd willingly go to work for a nary a penny if only for a hug. Yes, I'm exhausted, but so, so, content.
"Grandchildren are the crown of old men (and grandmas),
And the glory of sons is their fathers."
Proverbs 17:6 NIV (parentheses mine)