In this home live some important people to me, my husband, and my children. I came down to Phoenix to get a break from my daily grind, and while here, was able to reconnect with these friends who introduced me to the gospel almost 30 years ago. They are gems.
Each morning I have gone out for a run through these immaculate neighborhoods with cactus and palm trees and the scrumptious smell of orange blossoms. The sun was warm on my skin and in my soul as I listened to The Alan Parsons Project sing "Blue Blue Sky". It was good good medicine.
Today we put on "mud shoes" and spent an hour picking oranges on a five-acre farm down the street. There had been a day with rain earlier in the week, and this ground had just not absorbed it. We must have hauled 50-60 lbs of oranges out of that grove. As we were picking we talked about things of consequence, like how Benny and Willa both grew up working hard on ranches. This 70-year old woman could still take me in a fight.
And this 74-year old retired Air Force colonel is all papa bear on the outside and all teddy bear on the inside, tearing up when he talked about the struggles some of his children were dealing with. I love them both dearly.
When we got back to the house we kicked off our shoes and cranked up the juicer. I drank and drank until my belly was sloshy and my heart was full. - Posted using BlogPress from my iPad Sent from my iPad