Contentment ... gratitude ... joy.
37 weeks pregnant, tired and hormonal
Tonight as I dished up a steaming bowl of soup made with all the veggies that had gotten less so by spending too much time in the "Crisper" I looked at each family member and my heart burst with joy.
Eliannah with her black eye, Eliot's mischievious grin, Zak's pale face (I think he has the flu) covered in a weeks worth of freckles ...
I could also see that past them, out our sliding glass door, were a couple pots of pink geraniums and an exuberant pot of flame colored succulents about to burst into bloom.
In that moment it seemed to me that "somewhere over the rainbow" was closer than I had ever imagined and might just be beyond our backyard fence.
I guess Paul was right when he told Timothy that "godliness with contentment is great gain" (I Tim 6:6) and Solomon when he said, "Better a meal of vegetables where there is love ..." (Proverbs 15:17) because tonight I found that by letting go of what I want and embracing what I've been given I can find joy, peace and love in the bottom of my vegetable soup.
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