I check the weather, some family blogs,
one email account, no longer a work address. I check my 'dumb phone'
for messages of voice or text, when I can find it, which is a
disturbingly small percentage of any given day..and that's all: the
parameters of my here and now.
'That's all,' I say.
That's all I got done today. That's all
the dishes. That's all I can take. That's all the time there is.
That's all the cheerios. That's all my energy. That's all I can think
of.
But wait- what JOY do I reside in! -
the glory of Hope inside, the mercies of a new day, the mystery of
being loved, the guidance for loving, the senses for beauty, the
visible and invisible, knowing our Maker, and beyond such comforts in
life!
What can I say to this?! To borrow from
my father: everything is a gift. Let my soul overflow, even spill
slowly, the gratefulness of being truly alive.
So in these moments- O fleeting
lifespan of flowers of the field- might I say instead of 'That's
all', 'These are my riches!'
