"I remember the days of old; I meditate on all thy works; I muse on the work of thy hands." - Psalm 143:5

Monday, May 31, 2010

Beach Musings - Joy

Joy is the final word I want to share form my beach musings time with God this vacation. It came to me on May 26, the 8th birthday of my daughter Rebecca. Becky came into my life making me the father of seven (well, actually nine…we lost two to miscarriage but that’s another story). Somehow, I knew she was going to be my last child…but not last bundle of joy.

DSC04055Becky had to be turned in her mommy’s womb just prior to birth and she has been doing cartwheels ever since. We share a birth order (I was the baby of my family) and she was the only one of my children born at the same hospital as I was. She has artistic bents and seems to have my ability to make up words and terms that make her laugh and the rest of the world puzzled. Becky reminds me of joy…pure abandonment to joy.

“Behold, children are a heritage from the LORD, the fruit of the womb a reward. Like arrows in the hand of a warrior are the children of one’s youth. Blessed is the man who fills his quiver with them! He shall not be put to shame when he speaks with his enemies in the gate.” Psalms 127:3-5 ESV

My children have taught me more about life than I can begin to express. Their interactions with the world that the Father has created for them reveal a world  sometimes forgotten. Covered with the dust of weariness I lose sight of the sea of imagination and wonder. Cornered by routine and duty I miss the sky of creativity and see plain clouds, instead of creatures of delight.

Our children help us back to to en-JOY-ment, slowing us down to seize upon wonder moments and seeing God in them all. That is part of the reward system the Father has set up for us parents…I thanks Him for it. Here is a poem I wrote a few years ago that I think fits. Blessings!


You step into my
a fledgling finding
their way
without caution
As you go
I wander with you
picking dreams
chasing stars
dusting off
the weary places
with joy
A grown man
reduced to boyness
as you go

Jay Cookingham © 2003
Dedicated to all my kids
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