Notes from Jan

The Welcome Flags of Summer

July 15, 2016

 

Flew south to vacation with the rest of the family a week ago.   We’ve gathered at our favorite beach house in Wrightsville Beach, N.C.  Lobster’s lost out to shrimp, a chilly ocean replaced with warmer waters and hot tea exchanged for iced, served sweet with a wedge of fresh lemon.

Good to be back.  Especially good to be with family, even with all the challenges that come with such  gatherings.  Must be part of  why Jesus said,”Where two or three are gathered together, I’ll be there.”  We need Him.

It’s close to 1:00 a.m.as I write, all are asleep except Lily and Chad, playing another round or two of Rummikub.  Almost joined them, but felt I’d better  post something soon, lest you think I’d joined Jud.  That day will come but so far, I’m simmering in North Carolina, anchoring my end of the generational span.

Extended family and friends weave easily in and out of these slow days by the seashore.  Surfboards, wet towels, flip flops, fishing gear, and a kite with tangled strings rest on the porch after a busy morning. Often after lunch, life lazies down while some swing in the hammock,  slip off to a quiet spot to nap, head to a free table to play a game or find a rocking chair on the porch to read a few pages before dozing off, lulled by the sound of ocean waves and  soft whirring ceiling fans. Something for everyone in a safe place for sandy feet and  swimsuits, swinging from the clothes line like welcome flags of summer.

Tonight after supper, a few of the older ones were going out and Kate, the youngest set up a howl.  “I don’t want to be with just the young ones.  I need older people like Mama.”  Luke reassured her with, “It’s ok.  Momo will be with us and nobody’s older than Momo!”

No amount of anti-aging cream erases this truth,  nor that it’s way past my bedtime.  Soon small feet will bound down the stairs, announcing a new day, full of promise.   Time to pillow my head and wrap the day in gratitude for the gift of slow time at the shore with people I’m called to Love and actually do.

 

 

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  • Reply Lyn Shields July 15, 2016 at 11:52 am

    Jan, Just last night I said to myself, “Jan hasn’t had a post recently I hope and pray she is OK”. So glad to hear you are enjoying family in the south.
    We continue to pray for you daily,
    Love Lyn (and for Tom)

  • Reply Lori July 15, 2016 at 1:09 pm

    Sounds like you are all having a fabulous time! Sure wish we could have joined you! Hopefully next time! Love you all!

  • Reply Jim Trent July 15, 2016 at 2:30 pm

    Oh, the ocean in the Tar Heel state, even if you’re not one of “the young ones.” is a wonderful place to be. I’m going to Chapel Hill is a few weeks for a student’s dissertation defense. Have a good time, Jan.

  • Reply Wendy Lane July 15, 2016 at 2:32 pm

    Oh my goodness – 1am?! That is way past my bedtime – even on vacation, you can’t be THAT old! 🙂 Despite what Luke said – Ha! What a hoot! I totally hear what you’re saying about the joy … and challenges! of being with family! Love that perspective of Jesus words “where 2 or 3 are gathered , I’ll be there”! I’m going to remember that next time I’m at a family gathering! <3

  • Reply Raquel July 16, 2016 at 8:07 pm

    Dearest MamJan:
    Lovely depiction of a family vacation. You are an awesome writer! We love you no matter how old you are!
    Hugs and kisses to you and the family, R.

  • Reply Valerie McCoy July 17, 2016 at 1:54 am

    You write so quietly and reverently, Jan.
    You need to write a book….

  • Reply Valerie McCoy July 17, 2016 at 1:57 am

    my post was a bit tongue-in-cheek of course
    (-;

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