Saturday Of The First Week of Lent
The only value of our life is that it is a gift of God.
Gratitude shows reverence to God in the way it makes use of His gifts.
Thomas Merton: No Man is An Island
I thank you, Lord, with all my heart; in the presence of the angels to you I sing. Psalm: 138: 1
Snow all day again. The pale draping of the earth. A deep pearling peace diffusing the landscape, the intricate etchings of tree lines, the small red barn, the silhouette of the horses eating their hay. This evening I went back to the barn and pitch-forked piles of manure, flinging them over the fence like hot coals, the sheer physicality invigorating. There is such a sense of calm doing chores around the horses in their stalls; a meditation and a working through of tangled thinking; untying bales of straw like memory; throwing down the summer fields in thick layers from the loft. The snow falling intricacies, quietly: my focus simple, helpful and needed. What a wonderful combination for labor. I pray to labor for the Lord this way: sweating in my efforts, breathing in deeply when needed, pausing to notice His love falling and transforming all, feeling gratitude filling like the horses’ manes with snow.