A State of Extreme Blessedness

Most days, I go through life as usual. Ups, downs, eat so I don't get crabby, smile because the sun shines, laugh because my siblings and niece are ditzy darlings. But some days, that just isn't enough. 

Some days, you just have to sit and think and realize how incredible life is.

I'm in the middle of a Doctor Who episode, "Closing Time", which involves the Doctor, an old friend, and the friend's baby, who refers to himself as "Stormageddon, Dark Lord of All." Also, the Doctor speaks Baby. But I paused because I wanted chocolate.

Hmm, fudge pie or black bottom cake? Fudge pie. Milk or ice water? Water. 

And as I resettled myself in the comfy chair, with my pie and my ice water and my excellent show, I became aware that my little sister was playing the theme from Pride and Prejudice on the piano, quite beautifully. My father sat to my right, studying theology. My boss to my left, hanging out.

The Doctor, in speaking to the baby, told him to stop crying because he had a normal life ahead. "A nine-to-five job, mortgages, a nagging sense of spiritual emptiness..."

There's more to life than that. There is so much more to life. There is joy and chocolate and family. But those won't fill that hole in the soul. For that hole in the soul will take no patch. That hole in the soul can be touched by only one thing, one Being. And that Being will not patch the soul. Who wants a patch? It's a scar, a reminder of a hole-that-was. Instead, He will give an entirely new, clean, shining soul. A soul still capable of chocolate, joy, and family, a soul capable of LIFE. Of Eternal Life.

Some days, I could cry because I am so extremely blessed.With chocolate, family, and a brand-new shiny soul