Sunday, November 1, 2009

Sunny Day

Sunday, Novemeber 1st 2009
Where is Dylan?
Chuck is asleep in his room. He came in this morning around 1a.m., having worked a double. I heard the water running and the lone shuffling. Natalie wasn't with him, there is much more foot traffic when she is over. Sometimes I see him sitting on his bed, that look in his eyes. Texting.
Ray is at his dad's house.
I hate working these friday nights that the hospital has me working. They ruin the weekend. Driving home though Saturday morning, the radio turned low, playing classic jazz from KNLJ in JCMO, the trees becoming stripped bare of leaves. It has been a damp, rainy autumn and the leaf color has been brilliant. But looking up at the hills and the fields, some of them a brilliant green and the sun just up, slanting across the green and the various colors and textures of the trees. How beautiful it all was. There was that deep sense that God made this all for our pleasure. And how often do we pass it by and not acknowledge the pleasures of life? Instead, thinking that pleasures lay in gathering "things", the conquests. Pleasures are in what is right now. Two cats dozing on the couch, the sun bright on the living room floor. Richa talking and laughing downstairs, the dryer tumbling upstairs, the sound of cars passing on the street outside. Pleasure is gathering not things, material possessions, money. Pleasure is ones work, family, friends. Pleasure is watching a good movie that one enjoys, reading a good book, taking part in a good argument with someone you enjoy talking with. Pleasure is the joy of another's company. And this morning, pleasure will be going to church. Possibly driving in the country looking at property (conquests?, yes perhaps, but also, dreams). And then later? Spending time with the boys, eating a good meal.

"Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding;
in all your ways acknowledge Him and He will make your paths straight." Proverbs 3: 5,6. NIV.

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