I've just been on the trampoline.
It's not great practice for a woman in her mid 40's who has given birth to three children.
But I managed to escape without a mishap...
Back to the trampoline.
It's 10ft and it dominates our garden.
In some ways it's too big.
But it offers so many possibilities.
Today for instance:
Chris has been on it as part of his toning up for summer regime.
This is serious stuff.
I watched intently...
The eldest two boys and a friend spent half an hour on it while I sat close by.
And in that time,
we shared 'stuff'
A bit later
Our youngest worked out some of his angst on it.
It's tough being 11.
Then he smiled
And we laughed
I joined him,
And there we were.
Around a big bouncy thing in the garden.
And I was reminded that all is Grace.
It's not about where we are
What we are doing
What we plan or facilitate.
It's about being.
And in that place
I love my boys.
I love the men they're becoming.
I love listening to them as they try to work out their place in the world.
More than that I love that God is here.
Right in the thick of it.
Bouncing on the trampoline as we speak.
All is grace.