29 January 2011
The Days are for Counting
Last Saturday night I washed the dishes.
But I didn't just wash them.
I absorbed the moment.
Thanks to Ann, my world is changing.
Or rather, I am changing, tuning my heart to the world that utters Grace.
In her book, Ann talks about the majesty of a soap bubble at length.
That night, with my hands in the bubbles, I added so many things to my list:
103. The food on these plates that nourishes my family
104. The indulgent flavors we are privileged to enjoy
105. The hands that prepared the food we have: from the farmer, to the miller, to the packager, to the salesperson, to the cook, to the server.
106. A grandfather who washed the dishes after every. single. meal.
107. The cups used to hydrate my little girl
108. The words she whispers to me ("I love you more!")
109. The tears that brim in my own eyes when we have to give her back
110. The compassion those tears awaken in me for others in our shoes
The weekend was deliciously full of fun with Ella. I couldn't stop counting the joys, the Gifts of God, the Moments of Grace:
111. The way her eyes light up when she sees us
112. That first tight squeeze after 2 long weeks
113. Medicine that restores
114. A lost hour of sleep in the middle of the night talking to my husband, praying for Ella, and trying to calm her cough
115. Moments when I get to be her mom
116. Her fingers running through my hair
117. How much my love for her dad grows when she is with us
118. Cousins laughing at the same joke repeatedly
119. Little girls in costumes and play make-up
120. Good friends
121. Delicious chili
122. Children with servant hearts
Already I am counting the days until she returns.