Life is good

At three in the morning Stephanie and I made the unanimous decision to sleep in today.

So, after a few hours of solid rest, I got up, made some eggs, took my tea, and had some quiet time on our porch. It was amazing to feel the breeze as I read and reflected. Then, as I  sat in silence, the sounds of the city flooded over the walls around our house. A pastor’s voice boomed over a loudspeaker. Dogs barked, kids screamed, and footsteps rushed down the ally.

The wind eventually carried a few small voices into the mix of noise. They became louder and stronger, and, eventually, I could distinguish the words. It was children singing, and I quickly recognized the song; I’ve heard girls singing it many times.

Oh oh oh oh, my God is good-oh. He gives me plenty, plenty. Oh oh oh oh, my God is good-oh…

Hearing people with so little continuously sing with joy and thanksgiving for everything they do have is an indescribable reminder about truth and the reality of what really matters in life.

I’m going to go scrub my laundry in a tub outside with a hose before hanging it on the line to dry.

God is good. Life is good.

And, with Sunday-night-movie-night on the horizon and the smell of popcorn in the air, I feel incredibly blessed as I prepare to embark on the second half of my stay here.

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