lie on the couch taking minutes to relax, breathe, I can hear brother and sister talking in their room. Him babbling, her entertaining. Occasionally I will hear a thud as she leaps from his little bed to the floor. I am distracted from computer screen by the still-green clad tree jutting into the autumn blue sky crisp but for puffs of white meandering across the expanse.
And I think of this morning, God whispers reminding me of whose pleasure I pursue.
And I can rest and smile and count the beauty as a gift. And I can think of the afternoon as one more gift and the work I do in it a gift to the Giver.
And that makes all the difference.
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