Do not be dismayed by the brokenness of the world. All things break. And all things can be mended. Not with time, as they say, but with intention. So, go. Love intentionally, extravagantly, unconditionally. The broken world waits in darkness for the light that is you. (L.R. Knost
I wonder if the world has ever been more broken. Perhaps it has. Before mass communication replayed horrors in an infinite loop. My granddaughter Ella brings relief. With humor. A grin. One pretend-game after another.
She cooks. On a real stove. No heat. Most ingredients remain imaginary. Moose stew. The moose is invisible, hidden inside olive oil poured from a capped bottle. Ella grabs blueberries and tomatoes. Okay. A little different. The molasses and sugar? Thank goodness our guests will be stuffed animals.
We bake a cake. No clean-up is necessary. An unopened bag of flour is easily returned to the shelf. A cake can be baked in three minutes. No hot pads needed for oven removal.
Perhaps nothing of tangible worth was created. Then again, my heart found laughter. Needed to brighten dark places in the outside world.
Thanks for bringing simplicity into our home, Ella. We needed it. The light that is you.
terrypetersen 