June 30, 2017

How It All Began

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Cats and boxes. Cats and their propensity to climb into boxes.  And the blog was named.

In other news; I’m doing well.  Newsy post pending this weekend.

Happy last day of June!

June 11, 2017

Bubble Gum and Pick-up Trucks

Posted in Uncategorized at 9:45 pm by catsinboxes

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“Want to know what it feels like to be a movie star with paparazzi? . . . .

Walk into a field full of goats; then you’ll know.”

My brother, finishing his observation, went back to petting one goat. I laughed agreement and continued stroking the friendliest of the white goat kids.

One week back in Wisconsin, and life is full of moments like that one.

Reality begins tomorrow with work, and I’m excited about work!  But the moments will continue.

Baby chicks scratching. Golden retrievers playing. Birdsong in the woods. Rain. Storms. Wet grass.  Books.  Books in every room.

And over and around and in it all, the family I love.

It’s funny and interesting how you notice things -after you’ve been gone.

There are so many pick-up trucks in this part of Wisconsin. We have one. I drove it my first day back. I like that truck.

Driving my own car a couple days later, I found a piece of bubble gum, stowed in the door: wrapped, new, and forgotten.

I promptly unwrapped it and popped it in my mouth.

But before I did that, when I first found it, I thought,

this is grace.

This is a tiny, tiny piece of grace and God’s goodness. At least, for me.  Forgotten bubble gum.  Birds singing outside in the woods now the storm is passed. The storm itself, ominous and reminding me of Andrew Peterson’s Dark Before the Dawn.

God’s grace is displayed across the heavens, shouted from the cross, jubilant in the empty tomb.

And, God’s grace is evident in the tiny everyday grace of bubble gum.

I just started reading N. D. Wilson’s Notes From the Tilt-a-Whirl. It’s unorthodox. Snarky. Full of wonder.

In his words,

I’m grateful to God for the eyes to see in my head, and for the wildness of the spinning world these eyes see. This world, shaped by His words, can never be tamed by mine. But there is joy to be had in trying and falling short.