I am finding that some things are just more 'real' than other things. It is in those real places that I find a deep peace and satisfaction. It is real to pull up raishes in the garden, rinse it off an take a bite. It is real to hold my newest grandchild in my arms and pray over her and then pass her to the next person in the family circle as we all bless her and speak her name and join with her father as he prays for her life. It is real to put out oranges and nuts in the bird feeder and watch them disappear over night. It is real to have goldfish nibble on your fingers in the garden pond.It is even real to watch the egrat circle my home knowing that one of my goldfish may soon be lunch for the hungry bird. It is real to turn over the compost pile and see life squiggle and squirm and retreat from the sunlight.
It is real to feel the smooth seaglass in my hands as I twist the wire and create something that people desire from something that others discarded. It is real to have dirt under my finger nails as afternoon becomes twilight. It is real to go to Target and purchase 900 diapers with money collected in one night and it is real to push into duffle bags. It is real knowing that next week I will see on Face Book these same diapers in the hands of many who have been displaced by the very real earthquake.
I have finally leared, for real, that so much of what we consider important is just not real. In America the complaint "We have nothing to eat." is not real.. Or when we say "I have nothing to wear." or "I have nothing to do."
I don't believe God ever intended for us to be so far removed from reality. Movies and magazines. Over eatting. The pursuit of endless entertainment. In loosing touch with what is real we have lost our ability to understand the world around us.
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