The sun is shining this morning, traced in dappling shadows on the hardwood floor of the room. A gentle breeze blows through the branches outside my window, and an orchestral suite by Bach fills the corner of the room with joyful melody. Daisy sleeps peacefully in her room down the hall. A tall mug of Ruby Red Chai tea sits on my desk, amidst littered papers and pens. In this one moment, betwixt and between tasks and thoughts, I stop to contemplate and to be content.
Last night was late, the morning early, and the sleep disrupted, but the Lord’s mercies were new this morning. A cup of coffee and the humble truth of Nehemiah blessed my heart, as did my husband’s dear embrace. Hearty chili cooks in the crockpot on the kitchen counter, promising a warm and nutritious supper on this cool day. I will soon go out into the glorious day to hang diapers on a clothesline, and Daisy and I will have many adventures in the tasks before us. It is good. I am overwhelmed by the bounty God has given us–abundance of both hard and good things, wrapped up, ribboned, dazzled with His grace.
And so, in this one moment in my morning, I stop and rejoice.
Our weekend was hot. Temperatures soared, bringing a steady heat through the windows until the house was a stuffy closet of warm, sticky air. We drank water, wiped off the sweat, and sighed, unhappy for the tiresome welcome it gave our visiting family. On Sunday, we finally broke down and turned on the window air conditioning units. Closing the windows and sealing up the house, we breathed in relief from the cool air circulating. Still, the nights were hard. With windows open to bring in any hint of cool air, we woke to various street noises, tossing and turning to remain cool.
Then, on this unassuming Tuesday, it came. A cool breeze blew through the window this morning, freshening our perspective. That cool breeze continued as I hung out my laundry near lunchtime, and lo, even in the heat of the day, the breeze blew. My laundry dried, fresh and crisp, and the house whispered its pleasure as the breezes came through. Refreshment came, so much more than a few hours of circulating cool air, and our hearts were glad. A new season comes.
Now, as the sun has set, that same breeze still whispers through my window, carrying with it the sweet notes of our Guatemalan neighbors talking quietly, as Daisy lifts her hands upward with great joy. Our cup overfloweth.