Right now, this is good: this wind that whips my hair, the autumn sun, the river, and the trees. Remembering where I've been and where I am, I whisper thanks before I turn to leave. But in the music of my gratitude, there is an underlying note of fear. I know you give good gifts: I also know you snatch away. Nothing that I hold dear is safe. My loves will, like this water, slip through my reluctant fingers and be gone. I do not want to have an open hand, but you are teaching me I can't hold on. I have right now and my right now is good. For all my right-now gifts, thanks be to God.
Beautiful Sarah.
Amen