hear the music you make

I am full. 

Through a variety of seemingly unconnected moments over the last few days I have realized how fantastically, undeservedly blessed I am. And I don't mean blessed in that cheesy Christianese way. I mean I have a family that loves me and parents who support me without reservation. I have a fulfilling job working for something I believe in. I am surrounded by friends who are generous with their things and their lives. I am in a relationship with a woman who is filled with life and grace. I live in the freedom of peace, without fear of violence. Life is full, there is newness and hope, always hope. Much hope. 

And today I took communion and remembered the One who gave His life so that I could receive His Spirit. And He spoke in my heart and it echoed in there for a while before sinking in, filling the empty spaces. Like the wine in the bread. And I remembered that there is more. This stage, this goodness is not all there is. There is more. So much more. More of the feeling of a sunset painting the lid on a summers' day. More of the weight of doubt and loneliness. But even then there is still more and still more after that. And at the end of it all there is the One who is Love, already dancing in celebration to the music of your life. 

go in peace.