I often wonder. Our world is huge. Life is precious. Nothing is guaranteed.
We struggle, we rest, we celebrate. Sometimes I travel from day to day, not focused on the moment, but trying to arrange what lies ahead, predicting, planning, fretting.
I hear of horrors in far away places. I watch the news and it unnerves me. It makes me want to punch someone. I fear, I pray, I wait and hope. I listen to my loved one and hear his frustration. I go to work, I see changes, I hear rumors and whispers.
Wait. I open my eyes, I listen.
I hear music, I see the sun rise over the mountain. I sip my coffee and enjoy my breakfast. I settle my pets and head to work. I see smiles, I hear laughter. I am wished “good morning!”. My desk is clean and bright, ready for the day. I accomplish good things. People thank me for my help. I head home. I have energy and burn off a few calories before I eat my healthy dinner. I enjoy good conversation with my husband and some purrs from my pet.
I am comfortable. I am warm and fed. I think back over past years and realize the miracles of each day that I am alive. I feel peace that God is in control. I can do my part to help the hurting, but I get to trust God to work out the details.
Sometimes my mind explodes when I think deeply about how I came into existence at this time, in this place, with these people who surround me. While others suffer, fight, kill, and hurt inside.
I rest in the peace and joy that is this miraculous life that is mine.