An Unexpected Journey

From where I sit in my bed I can see real life all around.   The pile of dirty laundry spilling out from the laundry room into the hall.   Pictures I bought for the twin’s room lean against the wall chiding me for not managing to hang them yet.   Clean, neatly folded stacks of kid’s winter clothing waiting impatiently to be tucked into bins.   And then I close my eyes.   And I try to imagine.   What your view might be like.   Pristine water flowing over perfectly rounded rocks.   Sparkly “tiny fings” hidden like treasure among the stones just waiting for curious fingers to find them.   The patter of little feet and the rolling of laughter as children race to the water’s edge and plunge in without a care in the world.   The perfect feel of warmth as your feet dance their way into the stream… stepping effortlessly on rocks as smooth as solid silk.   Reaching for the sparkly surprises that He knew you would find.   His eyes ...