Driveway Discoveries

Some evenings are made for exploration and discovery.

Last night, the air was warm, the breeze was light and we were ready to get outside and play. Our yard was alive with possibility, and Jackson and Lauren seemed to sense it.

We ran, we swung, we all somehow managed to get on the teeter-totter swing and laughed as we went back and forth. We got out our shovels and toys and began to dig in the driveway dirt. We piled up rocks. Lauren discovered the wonder of the Weeping Willow tree next to the house, and dodged (most of the time) the long branches swaying with the wind. The birds put on quite a show, zooming back and forth, high and low.

It was a beautiful evening.

It was the kind of evening that made your heart long for God and to know Him more. No matter how long we would play, there was more to discover. God created us to experience this world in all its brilliant colors, to wonder at its intricacies and treasures and to discover Him in it all. It is a world that we will never fully understand, nature that cannot be completely conquered, held in the almighty hands of an indescribable, unfathomable God.

Swingin’ and Singin’

As a child, I was known in our neighborhood.

Almost daily, I would go out into our backyard and swing, sometimes for an hour or more. And, while I was swinging I would sing praise songs to Jesus, at the top of my lungs.

I would sing songs I’d learned at church, songs I’d heard on the radio, songs I’d played over and over again on tape. I would sing every song I could think of, and then sing them again. And every song was sung at top volume, my little voice carrying over the wooden fence and wafting to all of my neighbors.

I was, of course, oblivious that my singing was being overheard. I was just expressing my joy, and my heart was loud.

This morning, I was pushing Jackson on the swing, and he started singing “Jesus loves the little children” at the top of his lungs while flying back and forth.

I encouraged him to keep singing, and to let his praises to Jesus ring loudly. You are never to young to let your joy echo in the wind, to burst out in song to the Savior! Even if every neighbor hears, a child’s praise should not be contained.

The LORD is my strength and my shield;
   my heart trusts in him, and he helps me.
My heart leaps for joy,
   and with my song I praise him.

– Psalm 28:7