Bring a BIG Cup

After a wonderful 10 day Christmas break I returned to work this morning. I admit a part of me was missing the routine, and the time constraints on my days that help me get things done with some degree of efficiency. On the other hand I was really enjoying savouring my coffee late into the morning, reading my book & catching up with friends at my leisure. As I bid farewell to my lazy vacation days I found myself commenting on Facebook the old adage "all good things must come to an end". As I wrote those word it occurred to me this was in fact a truism. In fact, in a world where time is linear ALL things come to an end. We only grieve the ending of those things we enjoy, the not so good things we see the end of with relief. Few students are sorry to see the end of exam week, most of us are delighted to say farewell to winter's icy grip.

I drifted from writing this post, as I often do, writing through the small windows of time afforded me in my day, and discovered one of the friends I rely on to keep me focused had commented on my wry farewell to my holiday time. What she said made me smile...because it was a reflection of what I was in the process of writing here. She wrote: "glory to glory which means the holidays were great and things are just gonna keep getting better,,,," and continued on to say: "you need to believe that it is just gonna keep getting better which means keep dreaming bigger dreams ...,it's not a question of will He fill my cup it's a question of the size of cup we bring to Him to be filled".
2011 has just drawn to a close, and as I have said earlier, while it began quietly it ended well, with the sense, to me, anyway, of doors and windows being flung open on new possibilities. New year lofty thoughts aside, I have a dear friend who reminds me almost daily that every day is a good day, but some are better than others. He is right. In choosing to see the good things in our day, not the not so good we begin to choose joy. And in choosing joy, joy begins to choose us.
Life is good. It is far from perfect. Loved ones are hurting and ill, there is never quite enough money ("I wish you were rich," my seven year old declared yesterday). But at the end of the day I have plenty. I am loved, I have friends, my children are safe & healthy, and I have hope for great things to come. Don't ask me what, I can not put a name to it, but I know, deep in my spirit, the tide is turning.