What's in a cup?

Content  I have been praying for contentment regardless of the circumstances in my life. Yesterday I noticed that the Contents page of a travel guide I need to translate was empty. Empty.  Today I read something about being  content , and I pronounced it wrong in my head. I said " content"  like a noun, with the stress on the first syllable, and not like an adjective, with the stress on the second syllable. It sounds different, but suddenly that word took on great significance. I thought to myself, if the contents of my life were good, if it is fulfilling and pleasing to the Lord, I ought to be content . What are the contents of my life? What makes up who I am? What is in my cup? May the contents of your life make you  content for what you have inside of you.  It brings you joy or pain. What do you fill your life with? What do you put inside you? I pray for the contents of my life to reflect God's life, even if in...

Today was a remarkable day. I spent it mostly by myself. There was once a time when I liked my own company. Today I spent a good hour practising guitar and voice, and I finally forgot myself, and in so doing felt connected to God, and therefore to everything else. Today was a remarkable day. I did things that needed to be done, and it relieved me of the burden I was carrying. I spent a good deal of my energy in the bank and the shops to get new clocks for school, thinking all the while of getting back, back to my home, my comfort zone. Today was a remarkable day. I know there is washing to be done, and ironing and cleaning, and all of the mundane, but throughout it all, there is something greater, something profound, an opening, an unveiling, of oneself, of others, of God, of life itself. For today I worked on my dream, yes, a little every day, consistency pays. I got to know myself a bit better and invested in myself. And did I mention I practised guitar? My dre...