This morning when I arise the full round face of the moon leers at me through the window. This dark winter morning is suddenly quenched and I stand with my candle—enthralled. The sky must have shaken off a night shower because the trees are scattered in dew and the light falling down catches each rounded drop and blinds me with beauty. I press my forehead to the glass and marvel that this glowing light really has no light of its own at all—but rather it is a mirror. This morning shimmer reminds me how the things I see give skin to things unseen.
When my boys were little, we went through a fascination with the moon. I was reminded of this gentle season as I sifted through their books this weekend for donations for a local book drive. I came across Tolkien’s Roverandom and let the memory of reading together fill my heart. When the dog in the story climbed to the moon on a moonbeam, my babies wondered if they could do the same. This led to other books about the moon, about the sky, about the stars, and the way God made the earth so unique in a sea of black space.
I’m still fascinated with the moon.
I gathered up a truckload of books for the book drive, but I tucked our moon books back in the shelf. It’s not that often one gets to hold a memory in one’s hands. All told it took me about four hours to go through my boys’ bookshelves. The task itself was monumental, but it was the emotional side of things that kept tripping me up. Deciding what to keep and what to give away…so many books.
Last night at dinner I told a friend, “It’s almost obscene the number of books we have!”
And we reminisced about the library and Encyclopedia Brittanica and my husband talked about the rigorous process of writing his dissertation.
“They take information for granted,” I said, remembering the anticipation of a trip to the town library; thinking of all the crisp, rarely touched books I have piled in the back of my van for giving away.
Having books at home is a big predictor in school success and how far students go in school, our newspaper boasted when announcing the book drive. Children who develop a habit of reading for fun tend to read more and improve with practice. They also tend to get better grades and test scores than children who do not read for fun.
“Well, now they have the internet,” my friend responded.
It makes me feel old, thinking this way. But I still get butterflies in the tummy when I hold in my hands all those words bound together. It’s like holding so many worlds—holding history and the key to future all at once.
Over at The High Calling, we’re finishing up our book discussion of Karen Swallow Prior’s Booked: Literature in the Soul of Me. Have you read this lovely book? Oh, my goodness—it’s the perfect book for bookworms.
Oh, yes--when I hold all those words--all those worlds--in my hand...it points to the things unseen.
How do you embrace the God-joy? Every Monday I’ll be sharing one of my Playdates with God. I would love to hear about yours. It can be anything: outside, quiet time. Maybe it’s solitary. Maybe it’s loud and crowded. Just find Him. Be with Him.
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