When I was a young teenager, we had a Sunday School lesson where I first heard the phrase "you can't see the forest for the trees." I remember our somewhat rowdy group of about 8 boys and 3 girls looking at the teacher like she was from Mars. That statement just did not make any sense to our adolescent minds. A few weeks later, the other boys and I were on a backpacking trip in the forested mountains of north central Washington and I thought I finally understood what the phrase meant - sometimes you can't see the whole forest because the trees in front of you get in the way. I have since come to find that time and experience provide perspective, and perhaps wisdom in understanding the meaning behind this phrase.
Oftentimes we get caught up so much in the minutiae of life, that we fail to see the big picture. Life, though, is comprised of the little details. We need to take time to look at the forest and the individual trees. Today was filled with trees. Clara was unhooked from her IV and her morphine drip for a solid hour this morning and she was THRILLED! She walked to the physical therapy gym, spent time in the gym throwing toys around and picking them up, playing basketball, climbing stairs, throwing balls, etc. It was heaven for this little girl who has been confined to a bed for much of the past 2+ weeks.
After PT, we returned with Clara to her room. Okay, we tried to return. She wanted to walk the halls, ride in the little coup car, and go with daddy to switch the laundry to the dryer. As soon as I opened the washing machine, Clara said "my turn" and proceeded to pull her blankets and clothes out of the washer and throw them in the dryer, which she followed by saying "I did it." This was the highlight of my day. Watching a 2 year old play and help with chores. Certainly not what I had in mind after graduating from college and finishing a master's degree, but I wouldn't have it any other way.