I stood up on my tippy toes and reached my right hand up as high as I could go, slapping at the taped paper. With my left hand, I gripped the top of the ladder with white knuckles. I thought to myself: don’t die. Do not die today. Your obituary should not read: death by Goliath.
It was Saturday. On Monday, I had had a great idea for a children’s sermon. We’ve been acting out the “Big Bibles Stories” of our faith, and I wanted to make a giant Goliath figure for the week’s story: David and Goliath. The problem was: I had no idea how to do that. Arts and crafts are not my spiritual gift. So, I googled: “how to make a Goliath.” The internet, sometimes being wonderful, took me to a Pinterest page, where a lovely person of faith had created and made available a free download of a 9.5ft Goliath.
As we stood in line for the hayride to the pumpkin patch, I asked my children: “what size pumpkins do you want to pick?”
My 23-month-old son shouted: “ORANGE!”
The entire line burst into laughter.
“Orange pumpkins, it is!” I hugged my sweet boy and smiled.
The kids and I were at a local farm for a special Friday Funday (my sabbath day), while my husband worked at home. October Pumpkin Patch Day was here, and we couldn’t be more excited! We had our trusty stroller, a diaper bag filled with snacks, and the kids were willingly dressed in their matching Halloween shirts (Minnie & Mickey, of course). A fun memorable day was in store … in more ways than one.
I started to climb out on the rocks. I wanted to get the perfect picture of Bass Harbor Head Lighthouse. My husband called to me as I went out: “Be careful, Love! I didn’t check which ERs are in-network on this trip!”
“I’m fine,” I called back, “I spent my whole childhood climbing rocks in National Parks”
“Except you’re not a child anymore!” he reminded me.
“Oh boo to you!” I said, jumping to another rock.
Except, well, he had a point. We were at Acadia National Park precisely to celebrate my 40th birthday. Plus, I’m a total klutz — it’s maybe possible that I tripped over a rock and fell over backwards at the first Overlook (but who’s counting that?). 40 and a klutz. Sure, but I was going to see that lighthouse. Read More
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