The Swing Set - Mary Ellen Dirksen
For years, I chased the memory of a precious time in my life: The memory of leaning back on the swing set as a young girl on our Iowa farm, the brilliant summer sun shining as cotton ball clouds drifted overhead. Many years passed. The joy I felt on the swing set eluded me. My brother had died by suicide. Our family was turned upside-down. My husband and I moved cross-country, far removed from a support system. I was a working mom with an overwhelming schedule. I was hurting in deep places I hadn't known existed, feeling scared and hopeless. Where was the joy of the swing set? Then one day, He revealed the mystery of the swing set. In a simple drawing handed to me, I saw He had been there in those moments of my youth. And He was still here. He had been here all along, waiting to fill me with joy as in days past. I just hadn't had eyes to see it. In my search for the joy of the swing set, I discovered the truth: Those were good days. Maybe even great. But the best days are yet to come.