How Marvelous

Softly, from the backseat, as we pulled away from the little wooden chapel in the wildwood,  I heard my ten year old singing: 

"How marvelous, how wonderful ..."

As if she realized I was listening to her, she said "I didn't know all the words to that song" 

So I pulled it up on Spotify and we sang or way home. 

~*~

Now she is planning a concert in the park. As soon as tomorrow, if the weather allows, but someday this week, at the very latest. She doesn't want to miss her chance she says, because her week with the parent who can be talked into such adventures (me)  will soon be past. 

She thinks she will add her new favorite, 'How Marvelous' to her song list.

"Maybe if I sing it a little more rock-and-roll-ish to match my style? "  she wonders aloud

I smirk at the irony she can't see and pull a more contemporary version of " I Stand Amazed (How Marvelous)" up on Spotify. 

'Hey, they stole my idea!' she says, as she sings along with Shane and Shane anyway. 

."... and my song shall ever be... how marvelous, how wonderful, is my Savior's love for me." 

Indeed.

I'll take the singing heart of my child in any style. See? 

Rafter Cats

A few weeks ago, I discovered 7 newborn kittens on my back porch. 

Last week, I discovered mangled fur and that their box had been moved. 

My aunt disposed of the remains- so mangled a count was not possible, but it appeared all were lost.

Today, I discovered 5 kittens, tucked safely in the rafters above where their original box had been. 

One tumbled, uninjured, from it's high tower. 

We extracted the other kittens and now, reunited, they await whatever plan we come up with to get them fed and keep them safe until they're big enough to... fly the nest. 

Waking

The shore is lined with us,  

Our phones lifted toward the rising sun-

Empty cups waiting to be filled, 

And spilled. 

4/9/2021 "Waking"