We are on our last lap here at Kona, and quit, peace, and sitting in the Sun by myself is still a priority for me. I don’t get my energy, or a restoration of energy by being with people, I find it in short bursts on YWAM’s campus by lifting weights on my break, or sitting on this little grassy hill behind the Ohana Court, which is especially fun this week since the kids are playing games all day in the court.
Yesterday I lifted weights, today I felt tired and wanted to rest during lunch, so I went to the grassy knoll, and we all know that the grassy knoll is a place for assignations. I went into the cooler in the kitchen as the rest of the Mission Builders headed for the food line, while they got big BLTs, Couscous, salad, and cookies, I copped two hard boiled eggs and a little tiny, but great apple, and headed to the sun, grass and a quick lunch, and then lay back on the slopped grassy knoll to listen from a unhindered distance to the music that was moving the kids through some fun games.
There is a serenity that envelops one when they are viewing, but not participating, in things while sitting in the sun, as the Island breezes, gently blow across your cheeks. I love people, and I love interacting with them, especially strangers, but energy comes from sucking up God’s energy, not mans.
Everything was as expected, the kids, the games, the music, the sun, the grass, being alone, and my perfect little lunch, the apple cut, and enveloped in two towelettes, my two eggs nestled gently in the pocket of my thin (for the weather) shorts.
Hat off, eggs out, salt out, apple slices open and lying on the grass, my water bottle open, time to eat and rest. Just as the energy was filtering into my pours, five little kids, ages 3-7 and one teacher came right up to my lava rock wall, which my waters rests upon and I use to crack my eggs. On top of the wall were items I’d not noticed until the kids ran up the grassy knoll, or reached up the wall to grab them.
What was them?
Them was twenty different “Blowing Bubbles” shapers. The kids of course were looking over the twenty like crazed Hernias over fallen prey, discarding small ones like useless bones. The kids held on to their finds like starving mothers with food for their babies, until they spotted a peer with a bigger blower, then the once priceless treasure became junked, other kids seeing the discard treated the items like leper carriers.
As the teacher offered suggestions on how to use what, the kids treated her like one of the bones, they were nice kids, don’t get me wrong, no fighting, swearing, grabbing, whining or any such thing, they were just a wild, pack of frenzied bubble blowers, understandable, considering the perfect sky and wind conditions.
But as I watched hyper breaking the serene, and the Lilliputians surrounding me like Gulliver, they started blowing, big bubbles, bigger bubbles, perfectly globed shaped large bubbles, with the wind going towards me, the onslaught of bubbles came over me like the air invasion over Normandy beach on “D” Day during World War II. Bubbles came crashing on my head, on my eggs, but worse, on my glasses, my glasses are very fragile glasses, the slightest bit of water will smudge them all day, nothing can clean them but the special eye glass cleaners I carry, which are back in the kitchen.
My rest became my entertainment, the glasses could get cleaned later, the joy of watching God’s kids being filled with delight was energizing. Through the bubbles I could see my youth, and my grandchildren’s faces. One little four your old Korean girl with glasses reminded me of my granddaughter Holland, as well as myself when I had glasses at two years of age. Her glasses where very large, perfect for her actually, she could not have been more adorable. It was just pricless watching her.
What a lunch, meager on morsels, but major on meaning.
Retirement will mean more, not less, more of these moments with my grand babies, more of my youthful moments through them.
Sometimes it’s good to be by yourself, especially when God intrudes your space with His energy. A super great lunch was enlarged when I was joined by Sharalee on my grassy knoll, Sheralee is a Canadian young gal who is bright, fun, interesting to talk to, and a great listener with a smothering smile, and eyes that make the day brighten up. Interestingly enough we talked about our energy levels away from crowds, and how much fun it is to see things clearer when away from people, she too, can talk to strangers and friends alike, but she also gets her energy with one or two others or by herself. She completed my lunch on the grassy knoll, what a delight she is, and what a delightful intrusion she brought.
Lunch consisted of two eggs, a tiny apple, a water bottle and a God intrusion. I went back to work full of God, joy and tranquility.
I was fired up for work, my body was energized.
The Sun did shine today, and peace was found on a grassy knoll.
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