Its lunch time.
I'm not eating anything fancy today, just a turkey sandwich with lettuce and provolone, dry; with 5 of the biggest strawberries I have ever seen (on the side of course.)
The lunch of champions...
...Or lazy lunch-makers like me.
Its been a great week.
I've had just enough to do to help me feel accomplished at the end of each day, but not so much that I feel as if I've carried a burden.
I've been back to the gym several times (which makes me happy... its a sickness, I know.) I've made granola for my ravenous swimming-eaters, tackled the ever growing laundry issue, and todays goal is to clean my bedroom and bathroom.
This is all monotonous, boring stuff that you don't really want to read about.
However, I am exceedingly grateful for this boring, turkey sandwich, fold-the-same-pair-of-tighty-whities, kind of week.
I am grateful for this little house in the woods, the food that I eat, the clothes that I wear.
I am grateful that I am healthy and strong. That my body ("flaws" and all) is healthy and fit and capable of folding, running, playing.
I am grateful for a small moment to remember what contentedness feels like ~ its peace, its strength.
I know it's easy to be content in plenty.
There was a (short) time years ago, when I had to learn what it was like to be content in want.
Yes, it's easy to be content when your belly is full and your heart is happy.
But I am grateful all the same.
I think sometimes its not plenty or want that makes me forget that I am satisfied with my lot in life.
Its the lack of still, quiet, moments.
Its the rushing through all things.
Its being out of breath... and forgetting how to breathe.
This morning I read my favorite of all Psalms: 116.
Over the course of my life, I have read this chapter over, and over, again.
This morning one verse stood out above all the others...and lingers in my heart as a sweet fragrance, a reminder...to be grateful.
Be at rest once more, O my soul,
for the LORD has been good to you.