A Mysterious Abundance

Markers collected into a coffee cup.

Cars collected and lined up on the coffee table.

I fill out my planner or write in my journal while Oliver plays with his toys.

Another Spring day.  

And so there is also a collection of picked peonies on our fireplace mantle. 

April is now behind us. 

May is here. And lately I come up short of words, energy, and time; but full of love. And I tell myself that is fine, to let my words be few. Maybe later in May there will be more overflowing from my heart to share or explain or describe to you. 

But for now few is plenty enough.


We can offer more space and grace by offering our less- our honest emptiness. Full and empty are both a part of the creative rhythm. Hidden in "a little less" is an abundance of sweet gentleness if we receive it. A gentleness that takes the little we have to offer; with a gracious acceptance, and often multiplies it or turns it into the unexpected and the beautiful.

My long-time & close friend came over today. Two weeks in a row I have seen her, after not seeing her for almost a year. Remodeling, moving twice, her pregnancy and birth of her 2nd child, our different schedules, life happened. As our 2 and 3 year old boys shovel the dirt from my flower garden of weeds into Oliver's big blue (plastic) truck, I tell her "It almost feels like I lost a year." Part of me might be tempted to grieve the year of so much weekend working and living in a state of transition, but I also know how God can do miracles with time or a meager offering;  

Jesus answered them, “Destroy this temple, and in three days I will raise it up.” The Jews then said, “It took forty-six years to build this temple, and will You raise it up in three days?” But He was speaking of the temple of His body. So when He was raised from the dead, His disciples remembered that He said this; and they believed the Scripture and the word which Jesus had spoken.
— John 2:19-21

And though we hadn't seen each other in nearly a year, in the few minutes of watching our sons playing in the dirt looking cuter than we ever could have imagined while daydreaming in coffee shops during our high school years- there seemed an abundance bubbling over into the gaps of intermittent time, an overflowing in the present moment so much that past and future filled and spilled over with connection, beauty, and love. 

Moments like these help me moving forward in life, in friendships, in creative endeavors with a trust and a thankfulness in knowing and experiencing the truth of how God often brings about abundance in mysterious ways.