Today, I am going to open up my copy of Pilgrim at Tinker Creek to a random passage and write a gratitude post about it:
On my way home, every bird I saw had something in its mouth. A male English sparrow, his mouth stuffed, was hopping in and out of an old nest in a bare tree, and sloshing around in its bottom. A robin on red alert in the grass, trailing half a worm from its bill, bobbed three steps and straightened up, performing unawares the universal robin trick. A mockingbird flew by with a red berry in its beak, the berry flashed in the sun and glowed like a coal from some forge or cauldron of the gods.
Well, sparrows and robins and mockingbirds. Nests. Red berries glowing like embers from some divine Crock Pot. Each creature in this passage is hopping or bobbing or swooping, mouths filled with food. It's a passage that's bursting with life and abundance.
You know, I spend a lot of time talking about things I don't have. Today, I'm going to focus on something that makes my life feel abundant: writing. One of the most peaceful moments of my day is when I sit down to type my daily blog post. Author Anthony Doerr says, "A good journal entry ought to be a love letter to the world." That's what a good post should be, too: a love letter to something or someone.
Tonight, both of my children are packing for Bible camp. My son is going as a camper. My daughter is going as a camp counselor. They're both pretty excited. There have been a few bumps in the road today (my daughter was diagnosed this afternoon with strep throat--she's on antibiotics; the material for my online class wasn't uploaded properly, and I had to spend two hours figuring out the problem). But those were minor distractions, and they have been resolved.
So, the abundance of my day is medicine for my daughter's sore throat. My online class, which is providing extra income for the next month or so. I have good kids who really love the Lord. And I have a laptop on which to write this love letter to the world. And I don't have to pay for said laptop; it's given to me by the university.
And Saint Marty has a comfortable bed that is calling to him.