I sat musing in this very unfinished space and snapped a picture of my clock, hanging once again in this new place.  An online friend, who has gifted me with years of conversation over literal life and death matters, as well as lighthearted, day to day commentary, had carved out a little time in her travel to visit in person, here, this morning.  The glow pouring in over my rag-tag, thrifted everything mirrored the warm feeling I had after her visit and reminded me of the soft, grainy images a past me used to enjoy in old Victoria magazines.  

Much in the present is still in the process of being shaken up and coming together again.  Some parts are a little worse for wear for that. It's not all magazine polished. Like my friend and I were saying, this happens at this stage of life, whether you move or not. Living is a messy business. I thought back to a Joyce Meyer book I read the other day.  She said,

"Our joy does not have to be based on our circumstances."

The author went to explain that we can enjoy our life while God works on our problems. We sometimes need that permission. I can confuse being worried with being responsible and put off these little opportunities because I or my house or my kids or my circumstances are "not there yet."

I decided it is not irresponsible to share moments of joy even when other parts of life are still works in progress.   We do not have to wait for a "future perfect" to appreciate a little bit of pure light shining in on us.  All the parts will never be perfect at the same time anyway.  Ever.  It would be such a shame to stop noticing the parts which are.