"Joy is the serious business of Heaven"- C.S. Lewis
I'll confess; Tuesdays are hard. They're the Almost-Middle, the Busy-bee and Laundry Pile Day of the week. Half of the week is over, and half of the clothes have been worn, and half of the milk is gone and perhaps, you have been caught unawares by the lack of butter.
I don't keep tabs on my butter, and it often disappears without leaving a note.
I haven't paid attention to today, honestly.
I barely noticed the green unibrow my youngest son sprouted. I hardly tasted my surprise sushi lunch with my husband. Poetry hour at bed time? I don't have anything tasty stuck in my brain like I usually do.
The day was rich, my friends, RICH.
Sadly, I sort of floated through, reaching arms out for Friday, for Peace and Quiet Day, for Everyone On Good Behavior Day. For any day, really, that could sparkle with false hopes of perfectionism.
It's dark now and the lights along the wooden path outside are spraying the wild strawberry plants with magic light. I am taking inventory and my storehouses are overflowing. I am full.
I am full.
Full of food, and bananas (I have about twelve in my kitchen)
Full of water and mismatched socks
Full of baby, and children who don't approve of the fort I made in the living room
Full of dishes, and husbands who leave every SINGLE coffee cup you own in the car
I'm a tad cranky, it's time to empty some attitude.
I wish to embrace the good things.
"Magnify the Lord with me; let us exalt his name together." Psalm 34:3
