Foggy morning drive. Crock pot oatmeal all bubbly and warm. Hot spice tea. Fire in the hearth. Little hands in mine, little toes tucked under. Sweet snuggles and tickley giggles. Fuzzy fleece wrap and thick wool socks. Mittens and yarn caps. Ham and bean stew and smiles lit bright. Homework, poems and laughter. Even a tear or two.
As long as we are together, at the end of each day and beginning of light, we have abundance.
For all of the privilege and for all of the lack, lavishly our lives lived daily without hunger, cold, fear or danger.
Do we give what we have, or do we take it for granted?
Nothing separates us from those who are forgotten. Nothing brings us closer to them than remembering.
“God is not unjust; he will not forget your work and the love you have shown him as you have helped his people and continue to help them.” ~ Hebrews 6:10