My daughter is embracing this domestic adventure with unharnessed passion. My husband is struggling to accept all of me, including my quirky love for change that would possess me to take on such a challenge. My son, well, he is about to pack my bags and send me off on the next train. Bless him.
We’ve tried some pretty strange things, as well as some more common, but new-to-our-kids items. Mangoes. Asparagus. Asian Pear. Acorn squash. Bok choy. Prickly Pear (that was a total flop).
Last week my son - immersed in his third grade rain forest unit at school - asked if he could suggest the crazy produce item of the week. (Those of you who know my sweet Clayton can pick your jaws up off the floor now.) Sure, sweetie. Of course. ABSOLUTELY.
How can something so strange…
…produce something so beautiful?
No one can fathom. But we all try. We are Jacob, wrestling into the night to surrender – or not surrender - to His greatness. Wrestling to find the beauty now. Or maybe just wrestling to find answers, and yet the only answers found are the painful ones.
Restoration. Redemption. Transformation. And I see, more and more, that the beauty promised really has nothing to do with the circumstances that cause me to wrestle. No, the beauty has everything to do with my heart. Its wrapped up, enveloped by the ugly, just waiting to be transformed. Beauty among ashes.
Beauty and serenity and peace. Oh, and surrender.