I’m getting older. Day by day. We all are. And through each of these aging days, I am seeking revelations.

This weekend, I enjoyed the company of dear, getting-older friends. And this weekend, I realized (again – I’m not smart or cunning enough to avoid repeat revelations) how preposterous it is that I, a wretched, undeserving fall-shorter should receive any favor, this side of heaven or that. That through gaps in the veil between the present and eternity, I catch glimpses of my God’s gifts for me: relationships that show what love, in action, can be; a small soul with a big heart who gives out trust and smiles before I’ve had opportunity to earn them; prayerful hugs and soul-sharing that pierce to the heart of the matter; conversation that calls me higher and deeper and fuller.

I am full.