Thursday, February 3, 2011

mud puddles, delight, and healing

"Go! Jump! Play! That's what puddles are for..." Only moments before, dark sky weeping. Heavy tears cool terra firma and leaves gifts of pocketed water scattered. Some clean, glistening under opening sky. Others clouded, mud-laden. But never mind. bare feet touch tentative, and soon change begins. Transitions of uncertainty. Toes swish side to side and water art begins. Swirls and circles, waves and still. Arcs of light reflect multicolored rainbows and delight feasting eyes. Braver now, mud squishes and darkens exploring feet... ankles.

A barely audible echo... "Get out of that mud! Now!" Louder now. Abrupt. "Come in at once and change!" Hasty retreat. And I grieve. Jolted.

Time to cast aside shadows of what was, embrace now. Muddy children, one in diaper, question their mama's momentary stillness, fleeting now. I am a woman transformed, and wade, toes exposed. Becoming. He is changing me. He brings freedom to splash, dance, twirl.

Shadow past no longer captures my fragile heart, strong heart. I am changed. Six tiny eyes glint with mischief and I grin that knowing grin.

Muddy and spent... and joy-full we trek home. And I ponder the mud healing, and smile.

He replied, “The man they call Jesus made some mud and put it on my eyes. He told me to go to Siloam and wash. So I went and washed, and then I could see.” John 9:11


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Bethany @ said...

...and that's what you mean when you say you write literary fiction! :) Lovely, it was.
It was a pleasure meeting you yesterday.

Sharen Watson said...

Jan... Thank you. :-) Next time you get a warm rain, go puddle jumping with that sweet grandgirl of yours. She'll never forget it.

Bethany... What a pleasure to meet you yesterday too! And I know Janice was thrilled, given you went to college with her daughter, Randi. Love those kind of connections! And just to clarify, I write literary nonfiction. LOL! Not fiction. Though I may give that a try one day too. :-)