It’s afternoon and cool air still rumples the pages of a notebook, and takes a spin with hanging fern baskets. The wind chimes tinkle, birds chirp, lawn mowers hum and a breeze kisses my forehead as I listen to an airplane scrape across the sky.
I am amazed at how much more I enjoy these moments now that there are fewer of them. Not long ago, I was home all day and failed to capture the beauty of my own front porch. Now that I am working outside the home it seems that my quiet at-home moments are condensed like frozen orange juice before water is added. Strong and full of flavor.
And then a thought comes to me, it is difficult to fully enjoy what you have more than enough of.
Even in the world’s financial markets, the surplus of an item reduces its value.
How can I keep value and still have my “barns be filled with plenty”?
And what do I do about God? After all, He is the God of more than enough. How do I keep from devaluing Him? Taking Him for granted the same way I overlooked summer sweetness in my own home?
Perhaps I value my full barns when I share their contents with others…my more than enough food, more than enough clothes, more than enough grace.
The “Amazing Grace” wind chimes are at it again, swaying and swinging while all the while singing. And I remember Ann’s words, “All is grace.” My more than enough is grace, and His grace is more than sufficient enough. The thought occurs to me that the answer is once again, “blowin’ in the wind“, and I am touched by His enough-ness, filled to overflowing and determined to value every moment of it.
