I celebrated a birthday, which came with some literal little gifts, as birthdays often do.
Got accepted to two graduate school programs to pursue a Master’s in Theology. (Decisions and details pending. Prayers appreciated.)
Discussed race and gender with young adults at Church of the Incarnation and considered how, in the baptismal covenant, Christians vow to “respect the dignity of every human being.”
My head has been happy to scribble notes, to sip knowledge. Happy — and yet heavy, almost, like a sponge that needs to be wrung out and rested.
Which is why I also thank God that, this month, I played Bingo at a retirement home.
Built a Lego house with a 6-year-old.
Ate several snowed-in meals of soup or spaghetti with my roommates, still in our pajamas at noon and satisfied to just spend time together.
Received ashes on my forehead last week, hearing the injunction to “remember that thou art dust and to dust thou shalt return.”
We all need these reminders, from time to time, that there is more to life — more simplicity to life — than the swirlings in our heads. I know I do. I need to remember that I have this fragile body that will not last forever and will get bronchitis if I don’t take care of it (that happened this month too) and yet will be able to do and make some good things if I do take care of it. This fragile body that is a good gift from God, able by His grace to give and receive good gifts to and from all the people around me.
Maybe it’s as simple as that. Give. Receive. Good.