There are mint plants twining next to my
window, and on sunny days I like to toss up the dash so they can become better acquainted with the sun. The lingering aroma of fresh mint permeates everything, and it would be easy to
imagine (unless your imagination is paltry) that you were relaxing in
a tube of toothpaste, or possibly dozing near the edge of a tea vat.
It is these wonders of life ( the fresh mint moments) that add together to overwhelm me with his grace. Frequently they sneak between the cracks of mention. It feels incomplete to hear of happiness without background, like skipping to the last page of a book. Yet, in spite of it all, there is joy and undeserved, inexplicable glints of More.
This quickly wells up into awe: I have done nothing extraordinary but been given such goodness on
earth. I live in unearned safety and plenty with those I
love, which is such blessing beyond what I could dream to attain. What grace to
experience his goodness in my present life.
He is so good to us, to me. There are some
days when you have to stand near the window, close your eyes, and just marvel
that he has blessed you with sweet mint plants. These are just one good little shimmer midst
the dark, the chaos, the decay. It is simple for me to lose sight of the
vastness in these daily blessings.
“Now it is a strange thing, but things that
are good to have and days that are good to spend are soon told about, and not
much to listen to; while things that are uncomfortable, palpitating, and even
gruesome, may make a good tale, and take a deal of telling anyway.”- J.R.R.
Tolkien in The Hobbit
"He leadeth me beside still waters, my
cup overflows." Psalm 23
Blessed be the shimmers