Was it really so long ago?
My older brother and me…
Bare, dirty feet. Laying flat in a pasture. A grassy weed in the edge of his mouth. A weed flower tucked behind my ear.
Arms wide open. Staring at the sky.
He would see this. I would see that. We would see nothing… yet we could see everything with our arms wide open.
HIS arms are always wide open. Encompassing. Holding the dark and the light.
Holding the day and the night.
Arms wide open.
HE was crucified. For you.
With HIS arms wide open.
Zooming around the yard. The tiny hill near the drain field that seemed like a mountain. For a miraculous moment, we were planes.
Zooming through the pasture. The woods. Arms wide open.
In our dreams, we were always able to fly.
Flying. Does it foster the fantasies of our childhood?
The season that stirs our capacity for dreaming and living with arms wide open. Daydreaming. Using our imagination to do and be anything. Little minds and spirits growing.
Arms wide open.
Seeking. Growing. But only growing as much as allowed.
HE is always there with his arms wide open and the graces flowing. Always ready to accept us.
All of us.
Do we seek and respond with arms wide open?
ROARING jet engines fly high over our heads on Friday in Lakeland, Florida.
Lakeland, Florida – The birthplace of our first born son. We welcomed him into this world with our arms wide open. And he lived every moment of his life with arms wide open.
An air show stirs excitement and dreams in a little boy and takes his mommy back to a time and a place where it was easy to live with arms wide open.
A place where all the colors are brighter.
The air is softer.
A place where grass sitting is encouraged and clouds spark imagination. A place where each day is welcomed with arms wide open….awaiting endless possibilities.
Will I ever return to that place?
Upholding childish ideals…
Believing in dreams…
With arms that will always need to spread…
Praying and believing that God will lead.
And I will seek and follow with arms wide open.
PS – Happy Birthday to my big brother
Roland Maye Humphrey III. April 2, 1966 – Sept 23, 2005.