"Wanna go for a bike ride before church?"
Tom got the bikes out of the shed while I packed yogurt, dried fruit, and sunflower seeds for breakfast.
We hit the trail peddling for the river, a bench, and a very scenic sunny morning breaking of the fast.
There is a poignancy to looking at these photos this afternoon. A bit of serendipity all the more cherished after learning at church that an acquaintance my age has a terminal illness. Oh, to type the words, to read the words! What must pulse through the minds and hearts of this kind person, this loving family? There is much unknown. There is much known.
We all end the same. We all hope to have finished our most pressing work which for me is raising the kids. But who ever knows? Who ever knows?
God knows. And we persevere the best we can.
In light of the Truth.
For me, there will be more bike rides, more beach days with kites and dogs and laughter, there will be more yogurt making, flower and vegetable planting with loved ones. Living in the moment, focusing on eyes, and hair, and smiles, and tears. Listening. Lots of listening. And learning together about the One who is the reason for the journey.
And less - much less - carrying of expectations on shoulders meant for carrying joyful dreams.