This weekend my son is away at his very first middle school retreat. I'm sure he's having the time of his life!
Meanwhile, my daughter and I are spending our time doing girly things. Last night, I introduced her to "The Sound of Music". It was so much fun watching it together. I haven't seen that movie since I was in my teens. (Is it my imagination or has Captain Von Trapp gotten better looking in the past 20 years? I used to think he was so OLD -- way too old for romance. Ha! What did I know?)
This evening, we packed a picnic supper and drove out to the beach with the windows down and the radio up. The beach was practically deserted. We walked along the shore collecting seashells and singing "My Favorite Things."
There were so many shells, thousands of them. It struck me that each one used to house a tiny life perfectly formed by the Creator. So many little creatures who lived out their days unseen and unknown except by One who delights in them. And yet how much more does He delight in us, we who are His "Favorite Things? "
As darkness crept in, together we sat eating our sandwiches, listening to the steady pound of the waves. Then we packed up our treasures of shells and drove home in the deepening night -- a perfect ending to a special day.
"The LORD your God is with you, He is mighty to save. He will take great delight in you, He will quiet you with His love, He will rejoice over you with singing." Zeph. 3:17