I watch the little boy giggle as he reaches for his mamma's face.
They touch nose to nose and she giggles too.
And I think "that sweet, belly giggle, that is good"
A young girl with a hello kitty cap sits engrossed in her book
A couple just past her sit close and with fingers intertwined.
Contentment, enjoyment and I think it is good.
And I can not get over the fact that "the earth is full of the goodness of The Lord." (Psalm 33:5)
And I sit and watch good things.
But I sit too long and the good is slowly replaced as I watch.
The mamma loses patience with the wiggly child and the moment is gone.
A sick child coughs and wheezes, this introvert moment is invaded by snot and coughing and germs
no one wants to share space or air with.
The title of the book is uncovered and in the young girls hand is a false savior in paperback form.
Why are they here together, in the middle of the day? That couple, so quiet and close.
Are they that connected that they have to be together? Or is there something waiting to be absorbed
that will take the strength of two souls.
And it plays again, like a song on repeat. "The earth is full of the goodness of The Lord."
"Here?" I ask him
"Here in the middle of tangible sickness and hurt?"
And my heart hears it:
"The earth is full of my goodness."
And my heart cries "help me see!"
To see goodness not despite this mess the evil that flows around us and from us.
But in this desert, to see the well of water like Hagar, to see it and know all is well, full of the
goodness of The Lord.
