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Seth sent me this picture of his work shoe by the river. He had stopped to sit on a rock on his long way home from trial. He can’t not edge up to the water when he sees it. He wants to be down in it, too, up to his armpits, with a fly rod, a felt hat, and a silence. 

Instead, he wears squeaky shoes, a shiny belt, and a part in his hair, and while he’s longing for a day off, I’m longing for him, wearing mustard stains, a baby, and a wop-sided pony tail. 

These are the days we wish against the curse and learn the meaning of finding ourselves in the presence of the Father, or at least we get to see our great need for rest and for Him. 

One time I posted the following prayer, and this is how I feel like I sound now, too:

“Father you are so good to me; You saved me; You couldn’t be more amazing; did I call Amy back; there are so many dishes in the sink; Get that crayon out of your nose – so help me … excuse me, LORD; oh, yeah, thank You for grace and our food and my husband; my toenails are so tacky; oh look, nobody painted around the top of that ceiling fan …”

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Sometimes it’s hard to look at the green in our own back yards and see the bounty. It’s hard when we’re hot and tired, when we keep getting chiggers out there. It’s hard, especially, when we’re separated from the body. 

It won’t be long, though, until we’re old and somewhat retired, and all these labor-ridden vegetables have been tilled up. It won’t be long until we’re trying to remember these gorgeous details, longing to give thanks. We’ll be hearing from God. We’ll be rickety old. We’ll hold hands and assure the other: it won’t be long until we see real glory, Adam and Eve finally back to God-manicured garden.

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18 Comments

Adventures In Babywearing
Reply July 17, 2009

Gah!

Amber, you bless me with your writing.

Steph

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jodi
Reply July 17, 2009

beautiful - such a great (and much needed) reminder!

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Erin
Reply July 17, 2009

I needed this. I love you.

Rachel
Reply July 17, 2009

This is a constant reminder. Caring for small children is so draining in so many ways.

Rachel’s last blog post..Breastfeeding Tribute

Tina Carothers
Reply July 17, 2009

I love you, your writing brings back the memories so vividly to my heart. The time goes by so quickly and you wonder if you are doing it right. You are, even on those days when you can't remember your name. ' He' is taking care of you and all the other Christian mamas with mustard and wop-sided pony tails.

brittney
Reply July 17, 2009

Again, another blessing to my ears. (Eyes?) I guess both.:]

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Carrie
Reply July 17, 2009

Love your prayer - that is so me. I am definitely ADD. :)

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Jo@Mylestones
Reply July 17, 2009

This is the stage of life when even the bounty can feel burdensome, a harvest so abundant that we can't possibly taste it all before it rots.
And it's good to remember, as you've helped me do today that "It won't be long until we're trying to remember these gorgeous details, longing to give thanks...."

Jo@Mylestones’s last blog post..Peace Out

    Amber
    Reply July 17, 2009

    "This is the stage of life when even the bounty can feel burdensome, a harvest so abundant that we can't possibly taste it all before it rots." Joanne, this is so right. What a great way to put it.

Robin ~ PENSIEVE
Reply July 17, 2009

You said wop-sided. How could I love you more???

(I wrote a whole post on that being a word, which my family argues against!)

xo to you and Seth!

Robin ~ PENSIEVE’s last blog post..While I'm licking my wounds...

    Amber
    Reply July 17, 2009

    Steve DMed me earlier and told me you said that word, too. I just responded and said that it's because you're almost as country as I am. (You never ate your own pet bunnies, though.)

    I'm laughing.

Kristen ~ Pajama Mama
Reply July 17, 2009

beautiful, Amber.

Kristen ~ Pajama Mama’s last blog post..Felt iPhone Cases

Lisa @ Crazy Adventures in Parenting
Reply July 17, 2009

And this post is one of the many reasons why I adore you, and cannot wait to smother you with lovin'

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deb
Reply July 17, 2009

if those words were in the book you wrote and I was reading it by candlelight on my back porch with the crickets, I would clutch all that loving and truth to my heart and cry tears of pain and knowing and prayer

A friend of a friend
Reply July 17, 2009

I miss the Friday Funnies

    Amber
    Reply July 17, 2009

    I'll Friday Funny just for you, if you tell me who you are.

Jenn Calling Home
Reply July 17, 2009

So beautiful. My prayers often go astray, too.

Megan @ Hold it Up to the Light
Reply July 17, 2009

....and chiggers. She said chiggers.

My, oh my. I have said a million prayers like that. I even did a drama in worship about the distractions we mothers get when we pray....good thing God is a patient one. Whew!

So blessed to have you back posting more.....thank you!

Megan @ Hold it Up to the Light’s last blog post..Pray for Alan and Jen

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