Live in the moment.
The grace that’s in this moment is your mana. (Ann Voskamp)
This is a very in the moment season. Between the post concussion symptoms and the healing of the broken bone life is gotten very still. There is pretty much only this moment right now. I am losing a sense of linear time.
But in that moment the manna comes. Just what is needed; no more. If I try to save it up it goes rotten. It doesn’t keep.
Manna looks like a neighbor showing up to get laundry, like $100 bill coming in the mail for cleaning, like someone at school paying for the kids lunches so they don’t have to pack, groceries coming unbidden to the door, meals not on the meal train that pulled up to our stop anyway, a team of women cleaning the community house at GracYa, chauffeurs for every doctors appointment and every trip for school, healers who offer their gifts of acupuncture and chiropractic, scholarships that come unbidden for sports and conferences, people to show up when courage fails.
Manna. Just for today. It doesn’t keep; but it just keeps coming.
And it is enough.