Races and Rhythms || Friday Magnify
"Oh, magnify the Lord with me,
And let us exalt His name together."
Psalm 34:3
The ground was covered in icy slush, our feet crunching and sliding as we walked into the woods. The kids ran off the path to a small waterfall, shouting at us to follow.
Our friends oohed and ahhed at the waterfall and continued walking down the hill, tracing the stream toward the river. The boys took off running, again, daring themselves to slip and slide the whole way down. They managed to stay on their feet, thankfully, and without going over the banks into the icy water. A success in this mama’s book.
We admired the river and continued walking around trees and over roots and across muddy slush until we came to another incline. With each step the view of the river expanded, and we were met at the top by a beautiful historic house whose paint has been chipping away slowly over the years.
The boys took off again, this time down another hill facing the edge of the water. My husband hollered at them to stop and they did, reluctantly, knowing the feats that awaited them over that hill. We’ve been there quite a few times; my husband has not. Nevertheless, it was good he stopped them from racing down the crooked, jagged, steep granite steps that this time were covered in snow.
Once we’d all made it down that flight of stairs, we looked with wonder at the river before us. Here we were again, when the ice chunks had begun to float by. The sights of nature, all in rhythm. The same birds, ducking in and out of the water for food. The same voices from the trees, quiet and hidden.
The boys and men grabbed chunks of ice and began tossing them into the water. This led to skipping them, then smashing them, then seeing who could throw the biggest piece the farthest. Yet again, no one fell in and no one even got feet soaked. Another success.
Two out of four phones died, and we laughed and accepted the fact that we wouldn’t be documenting much, save the couple photos I had gotten earlier. Soon our fingers were frozen and the sun was beginning to set, so we headed back to through the woods to the parking lot.
We came out into the clearing to see a tow truck and a few cars remaining in the parking lot. The truck drove off before we could get to it, and there we sat with wheels spinning in the slush. I got in the driver’s seat and the men went to push. Rock back and forth, back and forth; slide up and down, up and down.
A girl who had been waiting on the side of the road stepped out of her car and walked over, offering to help. A few minutes later, a man who’d been on the phone in his car also stepped out and started to push. With more rocking and sliding we finally grabbed pavement and got up onto the road. Everyone then turned their attention to the other man’s car, which was also stuck. They pushed him up to the road, cheered and shook hands, and got into their respective cars. Off we went.
Those shouts of joy, the laughter and sounds of feet stomping through snow, the competition on the river’s edge. The rhythmic happenings of nature, the ice floating downstream as it always does in the winter. The helpful strangers in the parking lot, and just enough daylight to see the situation. A fun and comical afternoon spent with friends. The Lord has been good to us.
