There are moments in life that are so sacred, so intimate; we are possessive with whom we will share them with. Yet at the same time, because they are so meaningful to us we desire to share the memories with many as to offer a glimpse of the divine. The moment each of my children were laid upon my chest, warm and wet and full of life; When the words “I do” on my wedding day tumbled from nervous yet joyful lips, and even the final minutes with my mother as she took her last breath were all such times in my life.
And then sometimes it’s something that appears simple but it’s perfection is hidden in that simplicity.
A New Adventure…
This past week we took the Coconut’s camping. I know what you are thinking. “Camping with 4 kids, sacred? More like insane.” I thought the same thing the first day as we traveled the 3 hours in a 30 foot RV with a cranky husband, a skittish dog, and 4 kids who, between the three that could talk, must have asked a bazillion questions. We were pressed for time, trying to make it to Garner State Park before dark because backing a vehicle almost the size of an 18 wheeler into a campsite was not on Hubby’s list of Things That Sounded Like Fun. But God is gracious and we made it with a little day light to spare. That first night consisted of us just doing our best not to scar the kids (or the dog) for life and passing out from the shear stress exhaustion of it all.
Since we had arrived so late the night before, poor Hubby had to ride his bike back up to the front that first morning to actually check us in. Thankfully, another camper had pity on him, having passed him on the way up to the front as Hubs was huffing and puffing it on his bike, and brought him back to our campsite. With coffee in hand, we were now ready to explore our surroundings. And it was simply amazing. The Coconuts were overwhelmed by nature. Everywhere we looked we were drowning the in the beauty of His creation. We wandered the banks of the Frio, the kids splashing each other in water correctly named! We discovered we were the proud owners of a true water dog as Asa bravely followed the kids on their adventures, half swimming, and half plowing through rapids with his solid body. We even played put-put golf at the camp course. Later that night s’mores and glow stick games completed a perfect day. I couldn’t have scripted anything more amazing.
Day two we decided to take an “easy, little hike” but alas, leave it to the Coconut Family, we found ourselves on a trail that led us up 500 feet of elevation in half a mile. We literally scaled the side of a mountain with four kids, one of which was strapped to one of our backs, and the dog. At one point I felt like the Von Trapp family escaping the Nazi’s by fleeing over the Swiss Alps. I would have burst out with “Climb Ev’ry Mountain,” Julie Andrews style if I hadn’t been so focused on keeping my kids from sliding off the face of the mountain we were on.
But as I watched my kids soak in the beauty that was around them, as my two oldest would spontaneously burst into prayers of thanksgiving to our God and tell me how grateful they were, I knew I was witnessing the sacred. The moments that technology and modern conveniences not only cannot give us but in all actuality detract and distract us from the divine. We had absolutely no cell or wifi service and it was so liberating. We spent every moment just re-connecting with each other. Listening, talking, hearing, and seeing. Although we are now back to reality, the memories we made will be the ones that we will look back on as a family and wish we could freeze in time. My heart is full.