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.