I rolled over this morning and let the fresh air kiss my face. The tree outside of our window was illuminated by the sun and looked like it had sporadic neon leaves. I heard birds singing their morning song and imagined for a moment that they were singing songs with words as sweet as honeysuckle. I pulled the duvet up under my chin and snuggled further into the mattress and I smiled.
Tuesday brought with it a gift and delivered it to me through those rays of sunshine filtering through the window. The gift was pure and deeply rooted--it was joy. I put on a pair of jeans that I have owned for years and placed the gift in my worn pocket. I carried it with me everywhere I went today and did not drop it or have it stolen from me.
Matt and I went for a coffee date first thing this morning and just spent the morning talking and laughing. The joy sat between us as we appreciated our simple, but meaningful time together. Once we got home, Matt got dressed and left for work. The gift did not get stolen by loneliness when he walked out the door or by stress as I sat down to work on an assignment. The joy continued with me outside as I did yard work and worked harder than I have in months. The gift grew as the neighbor kids came over with their little bare feet and dirty hands and offered to help me. Their willingness to help me and hilarious observations made me want to share my gift. So, with an hour of hard work and laughter, the gift that Tuesday brought to me was shared with tiny people with big hearts.
Today, my health issues did not take the gift away. I had energy, but even more important, I had hope. I had joy. I had a gift that's worth re-gifting and a God that smiled as I enjoyed every moment of it.
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