Enough

November 28, 2015 | My Jottings

This morning I got up before the sun to let Edith and Millie out, and since it’s cold enough to form a layer of ice on area lakes now, of course I clicked up the heat first thing. After tidying up a bit I drove to the store to pick up a few groceries, and was going to see a movie too, but I decided against it at the last minute. I just wanted to come home.

First I drove to the cemetery, though. I was surprised to see that one of the large ponds has been drained, and the other one has frozen over enough for two grown men to be skating around on its glass-like and precarious looking surface, pushing a hockey puck around in front of their curved sticks.

I drove up the hill to Michael’s grave, and while there’s no snow on the ground yet, the blades of glass were glittering in their frostiness. I didn’t get out this time, but instead turned off the car and looked out across the beautiful view, and played this song from my new Sara Groves CD. I thought I would share it with you here. The lyrics follow the video.

Enough

Late nights, long hours
Questions are drawn like a thin red line
No comfort left over
No safe harbor in sight

Really we don’t need much
Just strength to believe
There’s honey in the rock,
There’s more than we see

In these patches of joy
These stretches of sorrow
There’s enough for today
There will be enough tomorrow

Upstairs a child is sleeping
What a light in our strain and stress
We pray without speaking
Lord help us wait in kindness

Really we don’t need much
Just strength to believe
There’s honey in the rock,
There’s more than we see

In these patches of joy
These stretches of sorrow
There’s enough for today
There will be enough tomorrow

(Words and music by Sara Groves, Sarah Masen and Julie Lee)

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I love this song, and have played it numerous times today, hoping its truths will buoy up my downward-prone thoughts. The words, “In these patches of joy, these stretches of sorrow, there’s enough for today, there will be enough tomorrow” helped my soul today.

Indeed, life does seem like the times of sorrow can be long stretches, and the times of joy more like small patches. Reading that someone else experiences life in this way too, is a comfort. And I sensed God’s nudge, reassuring me: “There’s enough for today, there will be enough tomorrow.”

I sat listening to these words and cried as I looked at Michael’s headstone and felt again how final death is. On this earth at least.

After a few minutes I started my car and slowly drove away, down the hill and around on the road that skirts the woods, toward the pond and the ice skaters, past the few straggling ducks and geese huddling together in the tiny part of the drained pond that hasn’t completely frozen yet. As Sara Groves sang, “There’s honey in the rock, there’s more than we see,” I wiped my tears on my coat sleeve and whispered my thanks to God.

“But you would be fed with the finest of wheat; with honey from the rock I would satisfy you.”  Psalm 81:16