Because I grew up and lived most of my life in Florida, rain storms used to be a comforting afternoon ritual for me. But here in the desert they are a treat, a surprise. A rumble of thunder and everyone rushes to the window scanning the sky for a drink.
I can smell the wetness wuthering in from far way, so I close the windows in anticipation. Rain in the desert has an unmistakable scent. The drops come in big splashes, and our yellowed grass seems to stick out its tongue. My withered heart feels the freshness too as I watch the world being washed anew. Desert dusty air is clean again, and I ask for a do-over.
Do-overs began when our rings were still shiny and our eyes were still starry. A misspoken word or rolled eyes or unthoughtful actions could be recanted with a simple request for a do-over. The lovers reconcile. Sometimes apologies come in the form of "can we start over?" from our little boys who are enrolled in the University of Relationships in our own home. Their momma is more than happy to respond with grace since she knows she often needs it too.
And that's what I did during the rain storm that literally cleared the air. I got down on my knees and looked into a wide-eyed pair of blue eyes and mischievous pair of big brown eyes and told them I was wrong and asked for a do-over. Hugs and cuddles and giving my children the opportunity to live the Gospel of forgiveness happens in the every day right next to the sliding glass door, where the rain drops glisten on greener grass.
Does your family have any rituals that help your relationships flourish?
Do-overs began when our rings were still shiny and our eyes were still starry. A misspoken word or rolled eyes or unthoughtful actions could be recanted with a simple request for a do-over. The lovers reconcile. Sometimes apologies come in the form of "can we start over?" from our little boys who are enrolled in the University of Relationships in our own home. Their momma is more than happy to respond with grace since she knows she often needs it too.
And that's what I did during the rain storm that literally cleared the air. I got down on my knees and looked into a wide-eyed pair of blue eyes and mischievous pair of big brown eyes and told them I was wrong and asked for a do-over. Hugs and cuddles and giving my children the opportunity to live the Gospel of forgiveness happens in the every day right next to the sliding glass door, where the rain drops glisten on greener grass.
Does your family have any rituals that help your relationships flourish?
