If You Want to Soar this Summer …… {with free printable & video}

Home late yesterday from our time away in the woods, us all full & light with memories. Waking up on the farm here this morning with a soul very much awake. Now, as our oldest & I make our lists to prepare for Haiti with Compassion Canada on Saturday morning early (you are coming with us right here, yes?)— the Farmer & I are ridiculously thankful for Shaun GrovesCompassion Bloggers. Our lives were forever beautifully wrecked in Guatemala & Ecuador — and we are praying that this coming week in Haiti with Compassion will startle us further awake to joy & grace & giving & the Gospel of Jesus Christ — please come with us?

So we pack & pray — and Shaun Groves kindles with this on how to awake the soul this summer & soar:

‘On back!” he shouted.

I fumbled with the plastic packaging of the kite, tugging on a corner, then gripping it with my teeth, then reaching for something sharper. “On back!”

“There’s nothing on the back,” I said, and now that the kite was free of its wrapper I unfurled it before him. “See? Nothing on the back.”

I slid the stick in place. “On back!”

Poked the white string through the hole and tied a square knot. “On back!”

“Look,” I said, “there’s nothing on the back. Just white.”

He followed me down the stairs, out the front door in bare feet, across the too-long fescue, clover, bald spots and crabgrass. I held the kite up and waited. The string ran through his tight fist, his face scrunched up in confusion, impatiently tugging. “On back!”

“Me try,” he insisted, yanking the string and freeing the thing at its end from my hand.

“OK,” I instructed, “hold it up. High. Very high.”

He stared at me slightly amused by my ignorance – smug, deciding whether to ignore me – the way a cat stares when you say “come.”

A swollen pause.

Still staring.

Then he unfroze – over his head it went and then slid into place flat on his back, his little brown fingers gripping the edges of it, holding it there.

“See?” he asked. He ran, toothy white shining surrounded my bronze, brows stretched upward, eyes like headlights. “On back!”

Oh, I see.

A few minutes of this and he slowed to a jog. A few minutes more and the jog became a walk.

“Can I show you?” I asked. “Come.”

I took the string in one hand and his wings in the other, lifting them high at the top of the cul-de-sac’s slope. They teetered there on my finger tips. “Wait,” I said, his furrowed brow announcing impatience.

“On back!”


“On back!”

The smallest breeze came across the field of weeds, past a broken down barn, across the two-lane street and into the subdivision, over the neighbor’s yard, up the cul-de-sac and lifted the kite from my hand – lifting his eyes and slacking his jaw.

“In the sky,” he whispered.

Up past the bottom branches of the hackberry trees. Up past the top of the light pole.

“In the sky,” he said. “In the sky!” he shouted, running in circles, neck bent backward behind his head, mouth open, fingers fanned out from hands raised heavenward, giggling.

Then, as suddenly as it had arrived, the wind left our circle to visit the rest of the neighborhood – to girls on bikes making figure eights, dogs leashed to couples walking, sprinklers sputtering.

As the sun put on orange and headed off to bed, he held his kite close to his ribs – still smiling. I rested my hand on his head – still smiling. We walked together toward the back porch and the smell of supper.

“In the sky,” he said.


~ from Shaun Groves’ book “In the Sky: and other lessons from little people“, a book for every parent from a writer who writes realest real

Free Printable for Summer Soaring:

A series of free printables to hang on the fridge or the back door this summer — from his song Awake My Soul on his Third World Symphony album — on iTunes here or the CD here.

A Song to Awake the Soul this Summer:

Believers in Christ slowing down to give God alone all glory (one of them feeling awkward & ridiculous & laughing crazy nervous, but praying God can still use this bit of nervous mess anyways? To awake souls to the beauty and daily saving grace of Christ and to turn weary hearts to Him alone…)

From Shaun Groves’ album Third World Symphony ….

Awake My Soul from Shaun Groves on Vimeo.

To view video click here. Consider closing the blog music player right under the header/top navigation bar?  {Just click on black arrow.} Thank you for grace.

Awake our souls to Sing to Him!