itsawonderfilledlife

Sometimes the task before us is simply the opportunity to share time and space, life and breath, heart and soul with another human being.

A job that should have been completed weeks ago, was still undone, due to human procrastination and a lack of motivation … and providence.

I’m a momma who wants the task done … yesterday.

So I struck a deal, including my labor towards the completion of the task at hand.

We worked, momma and son, separating the rocks from the dirt, clearing the way for something new.

Music played loud, sweat poured down our brows, our minds filled with wordless contemplations that would stay our own, and the dirt was ground into the pores of our hands.

One hour, two, almost three and … silence. The task of a phone battery has no life and breath, heart or soul beating beside a human being. It has a time limit, an end.

Silence for one minute, two, three … voices.

One hour, almost two … we shared breath, heart and soul, human and human, momma and son. We talked, we laughed, we pondered and wondered.

We worked, momma and son, separating the rocks from the dirt, clearing the way for something new. In the physical clearing of rocks from the dirt, there was also clearing of our heads, sharing of our hearts.

Sometimes the task before us is simply the opportunity to share time and space, life and breath, heart and soul with another human being.

A little sweat between two humans might just be the grease that can fuel the next part of the journey. All we have is the task at hand, no finish line deadline.