The Privilege Of Dirt

Okay, so if you're reading this now, you know something must be wrong with me. Maybe you saw the title and that's all it took. Maybe not. But you must be thinking, "how on earth can someone find something profound while playing in the dirt?"


My mind can be confusing. Even to me.
Deal.
But back on topic.

I thoroughly enjoyed playing in the dirt and rain today. I woke up, took one look outside, and decided I was going to have some fun. My immediate plans were to just dance in the rain for a few minutes, but that turned into, "Tim, come here, this is so much fun!" and it wasn't long before Tim, Sam, Steven, Michael and I were all running down the streets of Elgin, splashing and going crazy in the downpour. Mudsliding on the baseball diamond, nearly drowning in the flooded fields, kayaking on the boulevards, being laughed at by a short, funny man in a hoodie, and jumping in the pond with all our clothes, and even shoes on. I mean, that only gives you a glimpse of the fun we had.

But I was thinking later. We have fun, we enjoy getting dirty, because we KNOW we'll be able to get clean again. All we have to do is go home, take a shower, and wash our clothes.

You gotta realize how blessed you are. Don't even take the dirt for granted.