Yesterday afternoon, my son arrived from the East Coast, where he is finishing his junior year in college.
The first thing I did was to swoop him up from the airport and head off to Emmett, Idaho to shoot shotguns with some friends. Sounds like an inconvenient time to go shooting, doesn't it?
It was an intentional parenting moment.
We shot for almost three hours (or whenever the sun went down!). And enjoyed one another's company so much, as we did the company of our friends.
Life's sweet fragrances can often be found in strange places and with different scents at seemingly inconvenient moments.
Like when someone arrives home after a long day of cross country travel. And intentional parenting continues, even though both are adults.
Like a shooting range on someones private property in a distant farming community - with the smell of gunpowder settling in on all who pump their weapons and then yell, "Pull!"
Accomplished during a moment in time that could well have been anticipated as "inconvenient", but really, was an intentional time period of joy.