Change. I've learned to embrace it, ride it out til the end. Sometimes I'm kicking and screaming, other times weeping with my eyes clinched tight. Once in awhile I ride like a dog in a car, head out the window snorting what life has to offer. Mother to young adult children, a marriage of thirty years, and a desert to mountain to valley waltz with God have shaped me into someone I never imagined I'd be. Life is short and I want to live it. Tears, sighs, laughter and change. Every morsel granted to me. Scrambled, shaken or stirred.
Friday, June 13, 2008
I live in a city in Iowa. Really. We have interstates (two intersecting ones to be exact. We also have huge issues with drug traffic because of that connection.) Our Super Wal-Mart has been around for over a dozen years. We have a massive multi-screened theater and DSL. We aren't exactly snooty in the arts arena but we do have a hockey team and pull in some big entertainment names.
Right now you're probably scratching your head and wondering why I'm telling you this.
A tornado ripped through a town just 45 miles away from me. A Boy Scout camp was in progress and four young men lost their lives.
The next day, as stories were shared and shock was expressed, I found that I know four people who are connected to these young men.
My metro area population is half-a-million.
The size of the world never ceases to amaze me.
One young man was homeschooled and his mom belonged to an organization with a friend from church. My daughter works with a woman who's related by marriage to another casualty, a second friend at church used to work with the father of a victim. My co-worker's youth group is home of a young survivor who lost a close friend in the tragedy.
My heart and prayers go out to these families who are so connected in this huge world. The ripples each of our lives make in that world is humbling.