|Jack Basks in the Sun
He was basking.
My One-Eyed Cat, Jack, continues to teach me how to live with flair. First he learned how to purr and taught me something about finding yourself again, even when you’ve been wounded. Then, he let out his first meow, and I learned something about rediscovering my voice. Then, despite those wounds, he began caring for other cats, and that showed me the power of serving others.
Then he started becoming fully alive, doing all the things that normal kitties do. Next, he learned courage, standing up for himself and proclaiming what he loved and needed.
But then his scar started leaking, and it felt like were were starting over. But Jack got better, and today, I find him basking in the sun.
That cat won’t leave the warm spot in the window. He gazes up in the bright sunlight and lets himself become toasty warm. As I watch Jack basking, I suddenly want to join him on the window ledge. To bask means to receive great pleasure from something.
Did I bask today? I want to bask in the love of God. Did God design us to derive great pleasure from knowing Him and enjoying creation? Oh, the great pleasure of sleeping in a sun ray, eating fresh pineapple, teaching a boy to jump rope, finding a perfect verb, or listening to a cat purr. What things exist in my life today that God places there from which I am to derive great pleasure?
Jack wants to know as well.
Journal: What things did I derive great pleasure from today?
Last night, at the weekly game night we host for graduate students, a friend of ours makes homemade donuts. Give this man some flour, and he can make anything. Last month, he invented the most amazing pizza crusts, and before that, he offered everyone crêpes that we dusted with powdered sugar and lemon.
While everyone else plays, he works diligently in my kitchen, telling jokes and commenting on the day’s news. I observe, discussing everything from photography to physics. When the donuts finish frying in oil, he plates them and walks around like a waiter to deliver the treats to folks in the basement, in the living room, or anywhere they happen to be hanging out.
|Stack of Crepes
My husband and I wake up to the lingering smell of fried food. That deep frying permeates even the bedspread, even the pillows. When the coffee’s made, I feel like I’m in a southern grandma’s warm kitchen.
The donuts are long-gone, but the kitchen still remembers.
The donuts were simple pleasure, a blessing from a friend. All morning, I think about what it means to be a blessing to someone. I think about what I can offer to nourish another person–physically, emotionally, spiritually. What simple pleasures might I bring? May that blessing permeate deeply, leaving a pleasing aroma.
(photo of crepes by David.Monniaux / Frying donuts: Wikimedia Commons)
Journal: What can I offer today?