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A Full Heart
Yesterday my heart was full. You my ask, "full of what?" Good question a little background information is in order.
I have two sons. The oldest is 27 and living on his own in Florida; the youngest is 14 and about to begin High School here in Milwaukee. My oldest son is an artist; he received his MFA from Washington University in St. Louis a year ago and has been looking for work in the art field (not the easiest vocation to break into).
Yesterday, I received a book in the mail that has a chapter devoted to my oldest son's work. This doesn't mean that he has "made it" in the art world; it does mean that he has received some well-deserved recognition for his work. It means he is happy about what he loves to do. It also shows the world what I have known for a long time: he is a uniquely talented individual with a great deal of creativity who can not only conceive amazing work, but execute it as well.
At the same time I was looking through this book, my youngest son was volunteering at a Head Start, reading to three and four-year-olds. I don't know that he would ever be a teacher, but I do know that he is doing something worthwhile for someone else. It's important for young people really important that they be engaged in service beyond self.
So, you might rightly think my heart is full of pride because of my two sons. You would only be a very small bit right. What my heart is full of is gratitude: gratitude to God for blessing me by letting me know and love these two young men; gratitude to God for blessing them with their attitudes and abilities; gratitude to them for their hard work and pursuit of more than self-interest. I'm overwhelmed with gratitude.
Grateful is about as good as it gets. It has filled my heart and that's a good thing. An even better part of a heart filled with gratitude is knowing Who to thank.