He who has God and everything else has no more than he who has God only.
C.S. Lewis, The Weight of Glory
I think have neither words nor an inclination to mine for them, then gratitude gushes.
. . . as Daughter and Husband return from a hike, Daughter exuding strength and accomplishment for having done it.
. . . as good and promising news, fat with possibility, comes in the late afternoon for Daughter.
. . . as we four sit around the table playing board games.
. . . as Daughter and Husband stand at the kitchen counter cracking crab, as Grandaughter watches (“Ewwww!”), and as I capture the moments with photos.
. . . as we dish up bowls of ice cream and settle in to watch a movie we watched with Ladybug Girl a couple of weeks ago that she wants to watch again.
. . . as my eyes rest gently on Daughter and Grandaughter snuggling together on the sofa, proud of the mother she is.
. . . as Husband heads out on a long-planned-for backpacking trip in the early morning hours.
. . . as we three (four, if you count Maya) head into girl’s weekend.
. . . as these simple joys I am blessed with at almost-sixty far surpass any I once could have imagined.
. . . as I know that even if none of these, I would still have the richest of gifts, and that these are all the sweeter in knowing that.
And it is well.
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This month, I’m posting a link every day to a blog from the eclectic collection I read regularly. Every day, I find something worth chewing on at Desiring God (https://www.desiringgod.org).