Wednesday, July 31, 2013
A Cup Overflowing, 681-700
A couple of years ago, I came across a writing from the pen of David Sluyter that touched a spot within me. I copied it down and have gone back to it again and again. Maybe you might enjoy it, too.
I awoke to the confusion of a new day,
The scraps of dreams, memories of yesterday, and new cravings creeping into awareness,
The sun spilling its light over all but the shadows and a cacophony of sound
From outside and in.
What to make order of? What to let go?
And who makes the choice?
I think I will go down to the river and just watch it flow,
It's been a long time since I have done something really important.
Care to come down to the river with me and watch it flow? I'll count...
#681 the singers, artists and poets of the world -- and for the way they bring beauty and prepare us for heaven
#682 a student/nephew using his talent for the glory of God
#683 the best blackberry pie I have ever put in my mouth
#684 wild onions ... and the way they smell
#685 kamikaze flights -- baby birds leaving their nest
#686 Thomas the Train sunglasses
#687 "Nemos" galore
#688 one generation to another ... to another
#689 the hunter instinct in every male
#690 "What's that?" asked for the 100th time
#691 a fisherman and his "Fred"
#692 smelly goats
#693 chasing chickens
#694 old barns and simple tire swings
#695 hanging with the big boys -- and becoming one
#696 celebrating Mom and 82 years
#697 sitting on Louis' back porch with the family until after sunset -- I have a feeling Mu and Gra look down from heaven and smile
#698 the best [grand] mother's day card I've ever received: complete with action figure stickers
#699 a tired body and an aching back that says I played hard
#700 celebrating #700 on Mother's Day with a very full heart
Could there be anything more important than slowing down and enjoying the small stuff? I don't think so.