Climbing through the tattered rubble this morning, I lost my footing on the steps of the Acropolis. I sat on the marble steps and watched my college kids race to the top . I wipe my smirk and sweat from lips . I no longer see Ancient Greece in the distance but visions of Mickey & Minnie dance in the haze.
Even though the long day of Disney left my kids acting like Grumpy ; they were not faking it – I was .
Unknown to them we were not on a magical kingdom ride since I was Cinderella about to lose my Prince Charming . Soon I would be like Snow White lost in the forest . We were tossed on the Mad Tea Party Ride, spinning like cups , ready to vomit , until the ride broke . This is where the beauty started.
Sixteen years later, as I watched my kids race to the top , I kicked the rubble at my feet, adjusted my sun hat and my focus . Off in the distance, I saw the masterpiece of the ruins , The Pantheon and my kids . I climbed each step like an Olympian , torched raised high in victory .
We stood firm on the marble as the fellow tourist took our photo . That moment like the monument was HUGE!
We survived the merry- go- round of life .
No more faking smiles .
No more standing on shaking ground .
Sometimes you need to fall , breakdown , and kick some rubble to appreciate the beauty .
I may love the beach and the sand but ” In Christ the solid rock I stand , all other around me is sinking sand.”
There is beauty in the breakdown .