An afternoon when the sun shone brightly, then clouds came, then quals of snow, and repeat.
A dinner for two … my son caught up in thoughts of his day, I caught up in wondering about, you know peace on Earth, or some other such lofty thing.
I loaded the dishwasher, he headed upstairs to finish writing a short story.
I sighed …
and returned to the dining room to clean the table.
As I entered the room, with he setting sun brightening the entire room, I sighed again …
with delight. And smiled. And thought how I love that room.
Then I thought how I love the climbing rose bushes outside the dining room doors, and how eager I am to breath in their perfume.
And how soon the two Forsythia trees, perfectly in view from the dining room, would be ablaze with yellow flowers.
And how I aced the chicken and rice soup for dinner.
And that I was thankful for the furniture in the dining room that I would be refinishing for a friend.
And, all of a sudden not only the room was lighter, but so was my heart.
“Every good and perfect gift is from above,
coming down from the Father of the heavenly lights,
who does not change like shifting shadows.”
James 1:17
itsawonderfilledlife 