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over hear the words and I remember them, a line your memory writes down in the commonplace lobe of the brain.
That cerebral place where the neurons record the words your Mama sang to you when you couldn’t sleep and what your second grade teacher said when she winked at you before summer holidays and the stories your grandpa told you when you and he went fishing in the fog of early June mornings.
And I turn the pages of the memory back there often, looking again for that line of words, when the two baskets of mismatched socks are dumped thrown in the hallway, a trail of tears for cold bare feet everywhere. And when we’re already five minutes late for for piano lessons and a certain youngster wails that he can’t find one shoe, his music book or his toothbrush…
And when its late at night and only the clock and I make any movement in the quiet, me slipping the last of the day back in its place, wondering about the ways of my life… those times, I touch these words again,
“If you can’t gratefully work with what God’s given you today, how can He entrust you with much tomorrow?”
I count blessing and I smile thanks and I pray to be faithful with now.
#1353. Your prayers for our family immerse us in God like a flake upon the white fields. Thank you.
#1354. When a patch of light peels back the dark, I read life’s fine print: “All things are possible to him who believes.”
#1355. He called me out to look at the sky and the Tree all white, and we stood together on the walk for a long time, looking up, holding hands, and it was just like the way we’ve lived all these years together.
#1366. He grins at me and there’s my brother in the face of my son! Family and long blood lines and long ago people memories glinting in new eyes, this is a daily, hallowed wonder.
#1367. I slip an apron on after church to serve up Sunday dinner, and as often as we eat and drink, we will remember.
#1368 – #1378
his shaver on Sunday mornings
lively boys and the boing spring of the old bed
wind moan in spruce trees
her slurping hot chocolate
tears over breakfast bowls
spin of the rinse cycle
night and dog barking long to the hoop of moon over snow
steady, sure tick of clock over kitchen table
hush of skate blades under stars
piano scales, piano scales, piano scales
prayers, prayers, prayers
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