Nothing in my hand I bring. Do you know this song? I hope so since it’s a familiar one that. It’s not what I’m intending to write about, but it’s being very persistent about repeating itself as I type these words. So I’m going to ignore and get on with it eh? Nothing Left? Let’s see.
Nothing Left
Nothing left so I heard
“I’m the last of eleven children
and the rest are all gone.
Nothing left at all for me now.”
I heard the words and my heart
sank and then I recalled the words in
a book recently read. “I’m lucky”.
So I continued my conversation,
“Do you have any family? Kids perhaps
or grandchildren?”
I heard a hoped for answer
“Yes”.
So we talked and discovered
how lucky we both are.
Having our health, our families
and so much more.
We are able to walk, and
do the things we love, and
we are generally comfortable
in our own bodies.
I continued to think
about this conversation
(as women are apt to do) and
thought, I have so much,
that I can say
“How lucky I am” to have
Faith in God (tenuous as it
is at times)
Critters that make me laugh
A Warm home
A garden to provide sustenance
for myself and my critters.
Lego, puzzles, and colouring.
And my family.
Family in faith
family in marriage and blood
and indeed family in birth.
Made family in friendships.
So is there really
nothing left?
See the bigger picture yes?
Yes, I often have to remind myself to see the bigger picture. Feeling that there is nothing left when in reality there is quite a bit.
so much more than we can often see eh?