I don't usually operate in brilliant mode, but every once in a while something hits me--usually without much effort on my part--that leaves even me a bit amazed. I like to think that these moments are God-inspired.
The other night, after I was already in bed, having faced an extremely challenging day, the phone rang. When I saw that it was Justine from Canada, I figured it had to be important! I answered the phone expectantly and am so glad that I did. In hindsight, I probably could have been a bit more cheerful and said hello before threatening her with something like, "You had better have gotten your referral to be calling me at this hour!" And, yes, she had!
For those of you who don't know, a referral to those who are walking through an adoption process is equivalent to, "Is it a girl or a boy?" For her it was two Ethiopian girls, ages 3 1/2 and 4 1/2! And they are adorable! It has been a long labor on her part, but the wait has been worth it! Unfortunately, her girls will not be home for several more months. She was able to fill me in on a few details--very, very hard for the queen of detail--before I just had to hang up and get some sleep.
Back to my brilliant moment. *smile* I have two very dear, but very different, friends who live in Canada. We all met on a homeschooling board many years ago and have kept in touch through the years. As Justine and I were wrapping up our brief conversation about her girls, I mentioned that Renee was going to be able to stop by on her way home from Florida next month.
Justine then mentioned that I had posted something on my blog that reminded her of Renee. I think it was the post about the kids looking at a rabbit in our front yard. To her, I'm not much of a take-time-to-smell- the-roses-type person. That would be Renee. In a split second, with my head on the pillow and my eyes more in a slit position than half-opened, I rambled off an analogy as I tried to defend my rabbit and smelly oil and African violet posts. It went something like this:
Justine, you, Renee, and I are like rides at an amusement park. You, my dear, are the spinning, constant-motion ride--tons of energy and excitement. It spins in several different directions and accomplishes its purpose with each!
Renee is the ferris wheel with the gently rocking seats, not caring about having to stop 30 more times before actually getting going. At each stop, life is viewed, appreciated, and probably photographed from a different perspective.
Right now, I am the ride that takes you up 250 stories and drops you at over 50 mph to reach the bottom in 3 seconds. It reaches its destination, but not much is noticed or accomplished on the way.
At one time I was the spinning ride and loved it, but now I'm much too old. Parts would be flying everywhere if I tried that again! I am ready to be the ferris wheel. My feeble attempt has started with a couple of bunnies outside of my front door. Bear with me as I define what life looks like to me as the speed changes! Now wasn't that just brilliant???