So I was thinking about manna this week. How it appeared to feed those who needed it, in the right place, at the right time, just the right amount. How it couldn't be kept or hoarded. How you had to gather what you needed right then and there, and go to bed and wait til tomorrow. I was thinking about manna because life lately has been just what I need. Right place, right time, right amount.
Spring. Flowers. Butterflies. Baby birds. Friday night fireworks after the Rangers game. Birthday parties and wedding showers and cookouts and laughter.
These small hours. These little wonders.
And how I would love to hoard them all. To trap them, keep them, lock them up.
But I know what I really need to do. Love these moments, savor them, receive them with gratitude, gather them up for today. Then lie down and sleep, and wait til tomorrow becomes today, and the manna comes again.