It is said that in some cultures the best compliment given a chef is a healthy burp after a luscious meal.
These days, I am stuffed full of the meal that is life and it is burping season.
My birthday was yesterday. I began it with my beloved crafting strawberry pancakes. There were no other creatures stirring in my house (of the two legged variety, anyway) so we were able to begin the day quietly and sweetly. The ground of a fine love is a very fine thing upon which to build happiness. This I know.
I spent the morning doing my Wednesday things: calling my mom, sharing bible study with my men’s bible study group, doing the sorts of things that an impending worship bulletin asks of me, and savoring the great good of the best staff in Christendom.
Lunch was shared with a dear friend with whom my heart has spoken honest and true for many years. And then, my 21 year old son and I scooted around town on the pink scooter of happiness and found ourselves with our feet in the water at the end of the dock on Lake Calhoun. Time with him is precious. It was great gift.
The day was brought to a close with a great feast with kin. Interspersed throughout were birthday wishes ala Facebook and cards and I went to bed stuffed with happiness.
Today was equally fine. I gathered with an interfaith group seeking to mobilize people of faith to defeat the upcoming marriage amendment that seeks to squelch the rights of same-gender-loving persons to join in marriage. I met at table with a wild and passionate children’s ministry team. Earlier in the day I prayed and strategized with a fine crew of United Methodists who are seeking to build new faith communities.
Really, how does a person burp gratitude for so much?