I picked some beautiful flowers.  I hadn't taken time to see them, but when I stopped I got lost.

Where have I been?  And they've been here all this time.  

Today was the first day that I have worn jeans all summer.

I hated it.

There's something nice about walking and being able to feel the skin on your legs.

And something bothersome about zippers and buttons and inseams.

My aunt picked me up with some of her friends.  We went to an outdoor concert right by the lake. Everything was perfect.  There were people everywhere which I love and the water was full.

A large man danced on top of his boat with a cowboy hat on his head and a beer in his hand.

It was the greatest image of North Idaho. 

After, some friends and I dug out spots on the beach.  We curled up under a blanket and waited for the Northern Lights.

I have still never seen them.

But I did make four wishes on shooting stars.

I can't tell you what they are because that's against the rules.

But they were good ones.

I sat for a while and caught up inside.

We're all a bit desperate, aren't we?  Sometimes when I see it, I feel a little reckless.  Sometimes I want to walk right up to people and stop them.  You're losing.  


I see you.  I see who you are.  Do you remember?

We're rushing around like mad men.  Putting in our years now so that we'll have some time later.  I watch it and my heart sinks down to my toes.

God I am so glad that there's more to it all than what we make of it.

I get swept along too.  In security.  In searching for that man.  In chasing thin dreams.

And then I hear Him.

Child.  Stop.  Stop living as if you don't know why you're alive.  Start living as mine.  You'll never be okay without Me.

I feel so much then.

So deeply and completely right.

It is good to be His child in a world where children get lost so easily.

It is good to watch stars, to dance with music.  To notice the flowers.

It is so good.