A Simple Goodness
We’ve had pirates among us for years.
At any moment, the boys’ bunk bed morphs into a rickety ship. They erect a flag. They wear pantaloons and surly smiles. They sail the high seas and, if they’re lucky, they nibble chocolate from gold candy coins.
The pirates call me Mama Red. I call them by their pirate names, too. Gabriel is Captain Blacktooth. He smacked his precious head on the bedroom hardwood when he was three and his tiny tooth went black. When it fell out prematurely, he became Ghost Tooth. Now, years later, he’s reclaimed the first name. Isaiah is Oceanus. Early in our pirating years, I didn’t have the heart to tell him that Oceanus was a babe born on the Mayflower. His name has stayed the same.
Today the pirates are in the house full force. I can hear their banter overhead. There’s surely a wild adventure at the top of our curvy old stairs.
And for a moment, the beauty in this strikes me. There is something graceful and lovely in this common, everyday thing.
Thank you, God, for the beauty in
the play of small boys,
the sweet sounds that drift from the stairwell,
and a simple goodness that makes today rich.
I hear the pirates beckoning. I’ve been summoned to the ship. They holler down the stairwell that they’re close to discovering treasure.
I head up to find them. And I smile as I climb the stairs.
My pirate boys don’t understand that the treasure has already been found.
Where do you see beauty in a simple, every day thing?
Being restored to the Lord brings joy. And this joy is too precious to keep to ourselves.
Busy living brings anxious thoughts. But a life open to God’s Presence brings endless possibilities for peace.