What is abundance?
Abundance is deciding to do something frivolous and fun even though you don’t remotely have time.
Abundance is my husband going through the alphabet cookie container, assembling an I L-O-V-E Y-O-U message on a plate, and decorating each cookie with pink frosting.
Abundance will direct all your online friends to the new blog of one of your real-life friends, and will shush your high-school self that worries they’ll like him better and stop coming to see you.
Abundance will leave the office with a teeming to-do list, yet feel satisfied.
Abundance does fun stuff badly.
Abundance will plan to see U2 in concert three hours away even if it involves driving home immediately afterward to be at work the next day.
Abundance is laughing so hard that your face contorts into a freakish and unattractive shape.
Abundance is crying that hard, too.
What is abundance for you?
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At it’s heart, I think abundance is seeing today and the opportunities and challenges it presents as a gift to be cherished, honored, enjoyed and shared, as opposed to scarcity, which sees today as one less day to be lived.
Sorry, nuthin’ profound: Abundance is the pile of papers on my desk this morning. These are magical times.
Abundance is going to a midnight screening of an upcoming “geek” movie, even though I have work/school early the next morning.
Abundance is my cd collection.
“A bun dance” is when I shake my tooshie to music.
Abundance is staying up late to read blogs when you shouldn’t–but you can, so you do.
abundance is my 11 year old making her daddy and myself homemade cookies (slightly, um, BROWN) and then washing up herself.
abundance is my 90 year old Pastoral Counseling Prof bringing me something he just “whipped up” in the kitchen to help out a little (vegetarian fried rice… with tofu)
abundance is forgetting I had called the maid and coming home this morning to a clean house.
rev mommy, not reverendmother, just too confusing I know.
(maybe we have an abundance of clergy mothers =o) )
Abundance is a husband who still loves you, even when you fall asleep right after dinner on Valentine’s Day…
Martha, if you haven’t heard it, this NPR commentary was an interesting take on Valentine’s Day as somewhat deficient in that it centers around the beginning of love–but what comes next?
I enjoyed it in light of our relatively low-key V-day–R was sick, I was tired, but it was just fine.
I don’t know what abundance *is* but today it was hearing a pastor in the neighboring community say “Oh, you’re at that cute little church in the cute little town–good for you!”
And… Sitting in a too-warm Sunday school room with five eighth grade confirmation students (boys) and seeing the look on their faces when you can sing the whole of “Bohemian Rhapsody” from memory–with wicked riffs!
Abundance…everything everywhere is all right already.
Abundance is walking the labyrinth on a wonderful evening with your best friend and a Spirit-filled dog; laughing so hard we were on the ground; getting lost and being taken back into the center and that, for once, being ok.
Abundance is finding childcare at the local gym that has a NIA class (part dance, part energy work, part other stuff) - an hour of me time with bare feet and fat thighs moving again to the music. (Can I say it again? And Childcare!!!!!!!! I will not think about the number of children Ms. Pat - an elderly woman with a contagious smile - will have to take care of at once, only that for an hour my child has a place to go.)
Abundance is a sermon that is truly God-given, and for once being able to preach it even though I don’t know why these particular stories need to be told to these particular people.
I hope what comes next is an intermingled coexistence that you rejoice in some days and take for granted on others, but never too many of the latter in a row.
Do you know the work of the poet, Jane Kenyon? Here’s a link to her poem “Otherwise,” which kind of says it all for me. When we think about what it would be like to live without the things we treasure, the people who are air to us, we know what matters.
http://www.izaak.unh.edu/exhibits/kenhall/OTHER.HTM
Oh yeah,
And one high school self deserves another.
Abundance is setting aside “how can I measure up” and getting to, “wow, these are some way cool, down-right hospitable folks she’s invited me to meet.”