As I lay in my bed I was overcome with gratitude. I have so many grace connections in my life, too many to list. So many human lotteries, who have arrived full and by some mystery of unmerited good, their love and friendship showers blessings into my life time and again.
I read about lottery winners who are overcome by stress and depression and loss when faced with all the money they could hope for. I wonder how many of us would prefer to maintain our stories of limitation or lack or suffering instead of embracing the freedom and unbounded love present in each moment. It is human I suppose and then there is grace. Grace. A lottery of sublime proportions.
As I lay in bed, in this beautiful home, in this welcoming town, in this blessed life, I realize that I have won the lottery in so many ways and in so many people and am just beginning to fully see it, to trust it, and to live it.