A sling chair, a steno book and a waterfall…and the sixteen year old poet in me awakens. The site itself is inspiring. So much so, that a local reporter for the Columbus Dispatch decided to take a few photos after observing the antics of three water sprites:
Feet dangling in icy cool water, pencil perched on paper…I watched you. I wanted to sketch the moment, to capture your grin…those dimples…the twinkling blue eyes and exuberance of youth. But I’m no artist. Words, as always, will be my sketch…a means to hold the moment:
Nestled in the crooked arms of a stream swiftly flowing to the Scioto, tumbling over a rocky cliff and spilling with loud voice and great spray; just a few bare miles past soy and corn spread across the flatlands like a great green blanket…a waterfall.
A magically misty majestic waterfall…
It sings, serenading the weary with siren’s voice: “Come. Come and be refreshed. Come…come and rest your body and soul…hear the Creator’s song! I’ll sing it for you…stop…stay and listen awhile…”
Oh…the impossibility of such a place! Rocky cliffs and dense emerald green…walls that beg the adventurous to climb “higher up and further in…”
A place of joy…of pensive contemplation and reflection. Of wonderment…the rumble and roar…the sheer power of this tumbling cataract call us to sing our own song…
“Thank you, Father. Thank you for this gift of beauty…so unexpected on a sultry summer day. It is good…
They’ve known each other since they were babies…our families are tied together by faith and love.
Both shy and retiring, often fading into the background, overshadowed by older and bolder siblings.
But…
Together they knew no bounds! We often marveled at the incredible amount of mischief these two would get into…but only when together. We cleaned up yards and yards of toilet paper, wound round and round the house and staircase. Scrubbed toothpaste off walls and toilets. Vacuumed up coffee grounds and tea leaves joyfully strewn about the kitchen…yes…they were quite the pair! A diapered duo of destruction…
They learned to walk together. To talk together, often conversing in a gibberish that only the two of them understood. They played together…and argued occasionally, as little friends do. But their love for one another always trumped any petty disagreements and both grew into positively charming and obedient little girls.
And so it only seemed natural that these two, so closely bound for so many years, would approach the altar of the Lord together. The distance of a few hundred miles posed a few difficulties, but with God, all things are possible! And so we scheduled Rylee and Maria’s First Holy Communion for July 3rd, a holiday weekend that allowed for travel time and celebration.
Our girls were nervous. Both armed with an age appropriate understanding of this solemn occasion, they were so glad to have one another to lean upon…
They say a picture is worth a thousand words…these beautiful images tell a lovely story:
Such a beautiful day…
Such a great gift…
Such a merciful and generous God!
Blessings,
P.S.: BBQ celebration post to follow…what an incredible day!
***UPDATE: She’s feeling ever so much better now! Thank you for your prayers…she’s pretty much back to her old self and is hopeful that she’ll be able to attend this evening’s Red, White and Boom celebration…***
…for my sweet 8 year old Rylee Elizabeth, who will make her First Holy Communion along with her best friend, Maria Perpetua, on July 3rd. Rylee is quite ill today…migraine, nausea and no appetite. It could be that she stayed up much to late last night because the Grands are here. It could be that she is simply over-awed by the impending reception of the Blessed Sacrament and the party to follow…and of course we know that Satan will do anything to throw a monkey wrench into such a holy event. The very same thing happened to her sister, Abigail, two days before her First Holy Communion.
Your prayers for both Rylee and Maria are greatly appreciated. Two days ago, my girl tried on her dress and veil for the first time…her smile is beyond telling. “I feel so beautiful!” she said, when she gazed into the mirror. Oh, if only she felt better today…may God grant it and soon!
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