Yesterday I went out and bought school supplies for my classroom. This annual trip, for me, signifies that summer is almost over.
This summer has been a good one, full of time spent with family and friends that we aren’t usually able to take advantage of. I was blessed with having what has to be one of the best summer jobs in the world (as part of my work I got to teach two young ladies how to sew AND spent an afternoon scrapbooking…..seriously…I get PAID for this???) and I’ve taken time out to read, and garden, and cook, and just to enjoy the sunshine that has been plentiful too.
But as in all things in life, there have been challenges this summer, too. Hubby and I have known loss this summer, and had to let go of some of our most precious dreams. And as we grieve the loss of those possibilities we are praying for a new direction, a new vision for what our lives could be.
And as we grieve what isn’t, I have been trying to glean joy from all that is. We live in a delicate balance in this world, the line between grief and joy is narrow, and we seem to spend much of our lives dancing from the one to the other, the experience of one only deepening the emotion of the other. Because we have known joy, we feel grief all the more keenly. Because we have known grief, it opens our heart even more to joy.
It doesn’t make it hurt less.
So as we navigate this difficult path, I choose every day to find things to be thankful for. The simple reminders that the world is indeed a good place to be.
The sun warming my back.
The smell of the garden in the morning, green and wet with dew.
The strong man who grieves with me, and yet brings me laughter and love.
The simple pleasure of fresh berries piled high on homemade waffles. (This is a food blog, too, remember? You had to expect at least one food reference….)
And little by little we replace mourning with joy….and love….and hope….
And find ways to laugh through the tears.
Where do you find joy this morning?