The Trees are Dancing

August 23, 2008

School starting brought about a new morning routine at my house.  I am out the door by a specific time every morning with my fourteen-year-old daughter and my five-year-old granddaughter.  I head for two different schools to drop them off.  Like everyone else, I play beat the clock.  Not just so we won’t be late, but so I miss the majority of the carpool mom traffic.  Every morning the routine is the same.  Make sure everyone has eaten, check to see that the five-year-old has shoes on, brush hair, check for bookbags, hustle everyone out the door and then drive the same route.  The thing about routines is that they are, well, routine.  I get in the car and just try to get it all done in a timely manner.  Little thought is required.  I’m in the zone. 

So, this morning, after we backed out of the garage and headed out the driveway, Kenzie, the five-year-old, began chattering.  All part of the routine.  One comment stuck in my head, but I didn’t process it until a few moments later. 

“The trees are dancing!” 

I really wasn’t listening much because my thoughts were on accomplishing the routine.  And, Kenzie is a chatterer.  She enjoys her own conversation.  Sometimes a reply isn’t necessary.  Often, she is off on an imaginative tale.  But, this morning, she gleefully said, “The trees are dancing.”  And, before I got out of the subdivision, I finally noticed how windy it was. 

Oh!  The trees were dancing.  I was so busy with my “getting things done mentality” that I wasn’t really paying attention to the world around me.  She was.

OOPS!  Definately not a “Stop and smell the roses” kind of morning for me.  But, the little one behind me in the car was noticing and enjoying what was happening in the world.  She didn’t care about the routine.  She was just experiencing life. 

I guess the lesson here is obvious.  Don’t just get through the day.  Enjoy the day.  I started paying attention to the movement of the leaves and the beauty of the trees dancing.  It really was fun to watch. 

It is so easy to lose the sense of wonder for God’s creation that we had as a child.  It’s also easy to lose the sense of wonder that we had for God himself.  That sense of wonder that we had when salvation was new and we were experiencing the all the wonders of a new relationship with God.   The older our relationship with God is, the more likely we lose some of the wonder, the awe, the newness.  Just like we need to stop and watch the trees dancing or the beauty of a sunset, we need to stop and enjoy the wonder of our relationship with God. 

So, take some time to enjoy what God has created.  The wind, a sunset, a glorious cloud formation.  But, don’t forget to renew the sense of wonder in your relationship with God.  Like a child.  Then it won’t be only the trees dancing!

Matthew 18:3

And said, Verily I say unto you, Except ye be converted, and become as little children, ye shall not enter into the kingdom of heaven.

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4 A.M.

June 25, 2008

My pastor likes to quote his father who said that nothing good ever happens after midnight.  I get that.  I’m on my fourth teenager.  I believed that saying early on in parenting.  But I have my own twist.  Mornings that start at 4:00 a.m. are never good.  However, in my case, it has nothing to do with teenagers.  Instead it was technology calling. 

Those who know me are aware that I am battery-operated.  An insulin pump and a continuous glucose sensor are almost as intimate with me as my mate.  Just not as fun.  Waaaay not as fun.  24/7 they are attached.  They beep, whir, vibrate, and take on a life of their own.  All of which are signals for some diabetic event: good, bad, or indifferent.  Sometimes it is as simple as a battery that needs replacing or recharging. 

This morning, at four in the morning, my dear one said, “Something beeped.” 

“Okay.”

Two minutes later.  “Are you going to check that?”

You see, after over twenty years of pump noises, I don’t always hear them anymore.  They are just a part of my environment.  Like the music from your alarm clock radio that invades your dreams when you are too tired to wake up.  (Insert the weird dream and song of your choice here)  My dear one and I have an understanding.  He knows I don’t hear the noises sometimes.  And I appreciate, eventually, the fact that he is waking me out of my stupor to see what is going on.

Finally, I wake up enough to check and see which machine is making noise.  It’s the pump.  Low volume warning.  Meaning?  I’m almost out of insulin.  So, I push the buttons to check and see how low the reservoir is.  Hmm.  Four tenths of a unit left.  Not good.  I need nine tenths of a unit an hour without eating.  Darn.  Two hours to the alarm.  Even I can do the math. 

So, I get up.  Stumble to the bathroom.  Refill and start a new line.  Try to go back to sleep.  Sorta succeed.  But when the alarm finally goes off at 6:30, I am less than enthusiastic.  And frankly, if there was video of me this morning in the closet trying to figure out what I was doing….  Well, it would have been funny any of the three times I walked in there still not sure why or what I needed. 

It’s amazing.  Even with all the technology out there, it’s hard to replace even one body part.  It still takes a lot of work to do what God designed as an automatic process in our body.  Really.  Just ask yourself which bodily process you want to have to be in charge of all the time.  (Note to my male readers: There is a reason I said be in charge of rather than think about…:) 

Any body part.  Its every working.  24/7.  Don’t think too hard here.  Trust me, none of them. 

From my point of view, the more science discovers and creates, the more obvious it is that there is a master creator.  The intricacies of our bodies alone is cause for belief.  Forget string theory, the big bang, and all the other complicated ideas that seek to explain the mysteries and intricacies of creation.  For me, it’s simple.  After all, something beeps, whirs, vibrates, or otherwise reminds me several times a day that God’s creation is a wonderful thing.  Oh wait.  Gotta go.  Something is beeping now.  REALLY!

Psalm 139:14

I will praise thee; for I am fearfully [and] wonderfully made: marvellous [are] thy works; and [that] my soul knoweth right well.